The Beginning

My foot is on the ground, I feel hell around me.
My mental flips, my trip switch switched,
I am anger in a form of a human being,
I am like a sight of an angel with broken wings,
Helpless, I turn to chemicals claiming it helps,
Life is what you want it to be, so mine’s crap.

Rock the boat, slipped, but I float still,
Loneliness kills but the green keeps the will.