“I bite the hand that feeds me, so that maybe it will let me starve.”

I can’t stand to let myself get help from others.

I just want to find my own solution.

Deep down in my heart I know I need help.

But it’s not as easy as asking for help.

Not everyone is made to help you with your deep dark thoughts.

You can’t just vent to anybody because that’s not polite.

So I’ve always said I’m better off by myself.

Maybe I’m a madman or maybe I’m a clown? Or maybe I’m just in denial?

What ever it is it’s sure is taking a lot of strength to fight.

I can’t help but bite the hand that feeds me.

Because my emotions take over me like a wrecking ball.