Got a borderline brain just a chronic concussion! So whats your problem dear? my problem? pfft nothing! How bout with life in itself can ya fix that? hey listen Dya have something along the lines of personality fixing? Hows your head? well I've only had complaints! I went home from the doctor with a note on my brain Saying: here lies the problem you were trying to find Should've known the source was in me When my mouth always tastes like bile Got shitfuck immune system sick as a dog Im bored outta my mind coughing yellow snot up The psychiatrist talked to me like i was dumb It was hard not to get up and scream from the top of my lungs Yeah my brains not the best it has several pests Sewer rats scour thru it tryna find trash to ingest Yet im doing what i can with it I've always done that I dont need pity i am fine i am Ok with everything being fucked up with me having shit luck Already knew that much but hey why not just pile it on Im like hardwood im infested with my childhood home Im like broken bottles bestest when thrown out of control Im like home before the sundown but sundown never stops Especially when you're abused at home while growing up Im like just sneak out in the morning and hope they dont wake up Im like why are you so thirsty? why are you so rough? Even in the nights where i was sure i would die i never prayed Instead i clasped my fingers tight And told god if he ever showed his face i would show him The true meaning behind the sin of wrath I got borderline anger i am barely holding back And god its been festering for years and i am still pissed at you I already got a shitty dad i dont need two I got a borderline brain with some extra spicy spices With depression and avoidant sprinkled over it like lice I have ocd that follows me around at every turn I got a list that is too long for them to print it on my urn Like here lies blood girl: cause of death unknown But even when im dead someone will try to have my cover blown And share my lifestory that was never meant for them Share my saddest secrets with their friends colleagues friend's wife Cause im just a wet specimen sitting on the shelf Gods favourite part time play is making people mentally ill Thats why i just dance around the saddest clown he got He snaps his fingers suddenly ill cry and wanna cut Borderline is scary i got mood swings for days Anger that i hate feelings that feel fake I am worried im lying to myself even when I am clearly so sick that i couldn't even tell And even in the nights where i was sure Id commit suicide i never prayed Instead i clasped my fingers tight and told myself To never go that way and to show them The true meaning behind changing ways I got years of being my own therapist i should get payed And i will keep bettering myself until im better than the rest! And i can do that even with my brain full of pests!