My Side of the Story Vol. I

55.) Tell You When

Hey family! Can you help me? I'm trying to get out of here you see. But I can't seem to talk to anyone right. It seems like every job opportunity is out of sight. It seems like now you don't even want to hear my plight. So okay, let's just pretend for a second that you're right and it's just that easy. Knowing the only one who can help me is me. But then you say you don't give me advice for entertainment. Maybe you can try my brain on, just a little experiment. Now think of the trauma that lasted so many years, along with all the mental disorders. Getting all the help I can get but all of it still seems like a massive blur. I can't seem to decipher the right decisions from the wrong ones. Not knowing the answers to any of your questions. I'm honestly trying my best to just stick around. You're only expediting the process of putting me six feet underground. But whatever you seem to think is right. Well, I think it's detriment, but I don't want to fight. I'd rather just leave you alone, never to be seen again. Don't worry I'll disappear, I won't even tell you when.