I Need Psychological Help

Of Course.... My brain is split open, sparks are spraying outwards as two inconvenient and exposed wires cross over with one another leading the computer that is my brain into a frenzy of psychological mood disorders, sending me hurtling through this life with the screeching frenzy of metal upon metal as the metallic plates holding me together finally slip off due to cheap labour.

I should get help but i  never will.