They ( who ever they are) say depression is a battle a on going conficted, a internal struggle a war between mind and body, well dear they I made it of bed before 6 am is that battle won 

To you am a sick in the mind or a ill man a lost cause 

A victim of modern disease but I didn't give in I have done it all a poor boy chasing a dream a write of at 21 ots roo much for him 

To a inspiration at 32 

I don't want to be other static or a tell of concerned 

I just qamt to build a home share in the world hopefully find myself some love and give back where I can 

Sp please who ever they are please keep your labals for some jars 

I like to just live as me