story of a teller

I shouldn't be a writer I was never one for poets This the story of a teller All he had were broken words But he turned out to be the speller A moon boy but none of his dreams worked Not satisfied with his life so he needs earth And as much as he grew in knowledge he only became weaker I know this isn't really me I'm trapped in someone else Cuz i can barely breathe The more I feel myself the less that I start to eat it's depression on either sides but which mouth do I choose to feed? This the first time that I've written With no medicine addiction These thoughts echo in my brain Like thunderstorms off in the distance I'm not feeling well See the truth is just a figment And just because i want to die Doesnt mean im gonna end it I'm fighting for myself Like you're fighting for yourself There's millions of us fighting Ain't no one asking you for help I've seen hundreds of doctors and not one has touched my heart Going nowhere but being turned into a push to start I don't want to lose myself I still want to feel The whole reason I love music is because it allowed me to steer I'm scared scared to leave this place I'm outside but always inside And my insides always pour outside I'd rather listen to this rain then listen to myself