i wanted fucking help i waited for today for pills

end the “ill”

mentally ill is there a mental band-aid that i put around the mental wound until there forms a mental scar?

you god damn you doctors in lab coats and those we call “doctor” no MD

you have failed me time and time again i will take your pills and drink them, desert-man water

die die die what is it to die in the desert in your bedroom off the edge of the building?

i know you don’t hate me but i hate me and that replaces everything with BLACK when you die you see black that is how you know