I have frustration, but I can’t let it out.
I have sadness, but I can’t show it.
I need to shout, but I have nowhere to shout.
I need to sleep [after taking the med], but I have nowhere to sleep.
I need someone to lean on, but there isn’t anyone for me to lean on.
I need to cry, but I have no more tears to cry out.
What’s wrong with me? I’ve said too much. I aint gonna repeat myself. Ever again.
