Fucking Mental

They say just be patient everything will heal in time. But it’s just like I’m just pacing and I’m going out my mind. The thoughts that I keep having that I’m always trying to fight. It’s like a constant battle that I’m loosing every time. I try to numb the pain with a little medication. And it’s all fun and games till you see the separation. Anxiety inside of me it’s physically just killing me. I wish I could pretend and say, I know that it’s just temporary. The tablets that they give me that they say will help me out. The hole that I keep digging but it’s not what it’s about. I try to tell them everything and show them all the doubt. And they just sat there listening, but they could work it out.Why would I be sad, I seem to have it all. It surely ain’t that bad other people are having coal. But they don’t understand how I can’t be fucking grateful for everything I have, so I must be fucking mental.