Dealing with shit

Another night spent feeling depressed, somehow I need to feel refreshed how do I do that  when I'm fuckng stressed. My body's so tired I feel so weak don't wanna jinx myself I need to sleep I only weep my tears gives me relief they help my soul confess express what my heart wont keep. I can only keep so much pain inside I need release I need to confide that's y I find the time to write these rhymes otherwise I shit you not I'm tied up in knots u might not spot an awful lot but my heart will rot  my blood will clot and it's long way back to the top.
That's y I write that's how I deal wit it I keep it real thru words n shit
puttin pen to paper to reel of spits once I've penned it the bad shit I was feelin has fuckn ended freein up head space so I can find a happy place n keep a happy face and not wanna fucking end it.