Doctors give me the pills I need to fix my solitude.
Doctors give me obligations and work but no skills. When I'm on I look like nothing is wrong, I look perfects. When it's off I feel broken and look dead. I feel dead. I am dead. I don't know to go on in the increasing darkness that is will.
I think of the future joy, the future of happiness. The future of the current and what it holds. I can see her, and my children. I see my brothers and their wives and children. July Barbecue. There's nothing better.
There's those meds again
Fooling my brain into these thought. I am no fool. I have no brain
