If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?

Would you call me crazy because of the dark it has been through, or would you call me lazy because a storm came through?

Because everybody has a past and I just haven’t gotten to the finish line yet, I’m still trying to fight to find the passion through that. When the storm came through it froze me, and there was really not much that I could do. I’m stuck with anger and mental illnesses and it’s all just giving me the blues.

There is no happy side to me at the moment, so what are you going to do? I’m not asking you to fix me but I am telling you the truth.