I fucked up again. I really dont know why I do and say the things that I do. I wish I could just dissapear or fade away. If I could just do these things that seem so difficult I know I would be ok. But so much is out of my control no matter how much I try to change I end up in a deeper hole. Clawing at the walls that seperate me from myself grasping the bindings that chain me to this hell.. Is it failing mental health? Because I for one cant tell. Haunted and cursed since birth I was born a dry well. Nothing to give, no will to live, cursing my days sleeping while im awake.

Wasnt supposed to be a poem, Ive never written a poem. But the first half happened to rhyme by chance which I thought was cool, so i finished it.