Not well

Been awake real late about 78 dayz too fuken long... and it aint from the stuff we fuken puffin on when we chong....well maybe a couple hitz from da bong.. on the tree ill be hung... can someone rescue me before this song ima be done... whats the reason depression stressin saddness and pain can make an angel from heaven fuken insane in the brain i aint even playing im raging blaming screaming when im supposed to be praising the lord... im twisted gifted saying shit backward when im suppose to be moving forward... a horror movie in real life twice sliced knife diced up human beings steaming peeling feasting on those who teased me... see she be the key to thee sanity cant believe every fricken day i grieve... tho not here physically visually normally im empty my mothers an entity...paranormaly ima horror movie fucking sick twisted ugly someone please help me its getting way to disgusting get away don't touch me please stay why can't you just mutha fuken love me