This is an e-mail my brother sent me. He suffers from mental illness.
A real bad case of it, I cried when I read it.
And I’m embarrassed
THERE’S BEEN SLANDER ON MY NAME
I can’t tell anybody else how embarrassed I am
I mean, I just can’t
To show some pride to whose got me embarrassed
When I do that it makes me more embarrassed
I’m embarrassed out of the nicer things of life
I know there is something wrong with me
And I know I’m going to fall to the wayside of life
From being embarrassed of somebody that’s bad
I can’t even get through the gates heave
I feel like I’m going to fall to the wayside of life sis
Can you save me like some super women?
Or somebody better?
Can you help me move and I’ll go to college?
And do everything you say
Send me a message if you could console me out
And now it’s like I’m embarrassed out of the nicer things out of life
And that’s the only thing wrong
The wayside because of somebody bad
Can’t even get through the gates heaven
And I feel hate to the deep of my blood
Can you save me like a super woman?
Can you save like a super woman?
Can you save me like super women?
Or somebody better