**Voice:**
Hey Mac, you look better man. Good to go.
**Mac:**
Naw man I’m still broken like a faucet,
dripin till I drop.
Tell me take a leap of faith
but it all falls a flop.
Everyone says I look better,
I wear it like protection from the cold,
call it sweater weather.
I haven’t been better.
Standing in the snow.
Just like the wind my life blows.
My heart froze,
so cold.
But I can act bold.
You see my smile?
You can walk off,
this gonna take a while.
You see the mask is crackin,
showin what I’m lackin.
I’m a psycho,
cutting up my mind like it’s Halloween I’m Michael.
Putting my depression on lypo,
make it thin but it keeps autocorrecting like a typo.
See I’ve been taking my pills,
keepin count of the days
when it’s all blues and greys.
Lost in a haze of my own mind
where I can’t find
the reason for my bind.
But hey I’m still here
pouring into the grind.
Hoping I find some sanity.
Not vanity but clarity,
feels like charity,
in my desparity.
But hey man how are you?
Been a while since we talked.
Let’s take a walk,
like it’s preschool I’ll grab the chalk.
The darkest days make the loudest nights.
Back to back cage fights.
Wrongs and rights,
black and whites.
I know your gone man
but I wish you where back.
Every day an inch closer
to another panic attack.
Hit the sac,
sleep the monsters away.
But look man I don’t mean to scare you.
I just can’t break through —
all the pain and misery,
I swear it’s killin me.
Running in my mind,
loud like a symphony,
I’m the conductor.
Racing through thoughts
waiting for the engine pop,
hard stop,
like a crescendo waiting for the drop.
I look in the mirror
but can’t find you man,
your ghost.
But I’m the host.
I don’t boast,
I just hide.
Deep in the tunnels of my mind.
Turn on the stove
bout to roast.
These feels,
toss em in the trash
like fruit peels.
But yet I replay the bad days
like cut reels.