medical i’m drained lost tired these walls are closing days flashing before my eyes why is there a divide? with my heart and where i lie in between these lines it’s hard not to cry im fried i feel like my dreams have died but im alive how? i can’t live like this anymore many nights of pain and struggle turned into more pain but hustle where’s the muscle? whats my motive not a bar in my life, my connection’s roaming i need assistance, but where’s the help in the moment it’s critical i need medical my mind’s detrimental but i react symbolically because that’s the artist in me that’s how i flourish the feelings that im pouring is me screaming for more but what’s more? following in somebody’s footsteps thinking im living up to something? people looking at me as the example because of what i stand for? nah. this life shit is more to trying to please others it’s about doing what’s best for me only me but still putting on a smile even if im not okay be...