Salt Water Inside My Head

It has grown to be more than i can wrap my hands around. She cannot touch his face, though how she wished he would. Can't they drill a hole outside my head and change the water like they a car. I only cut my self to see if i am dead and sad but still she's left alive. It is worse than any depression i have ever seen or read. Why doesn't my brain work right, sometimes the risky thrills it seeks are tight i sigh. And the lonely mess is all that it can stand. Stimulation is not for me some pill or bottle. All that was left i left with you too chose.