Where did you go? well sorry folks I’ve been on the road lookin for a suitable mental home or maybe a psych ward. caught up in a mental war with myself but I swear he’s someone else.

taking pills like a super hero named Ativan man fighting every waking moment to stay alive when everyone’s sayin I ain’t even dying but deaths only got to win once so it’s hard to believe any of these people.
if I stabbed you in the leg and told you you’re not bleeding would you believe me.

trust me it’s ok take a Ativan,hydroxyzine and busbar an the pain will go away. shhh Robert “quiet down” and go to sleep if we spin in a rage there gonna send us away to that padded up place and lock us up for days.

“shut up man” I don’t care anymore I’m gonna say whatever it is I’m gonna say if I need to punch a wall, scream at a tv or insist on a doctor visit then clearly I’m not ok.
regardless of what the doctors say.
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