Analysis of Cries of Survival

I am here.
Living my life amongst you all.
But I wouldn't really call it living more like surviving.
I fight this fight against my mind just so I can feel sane.
I've done therapy.
I've done meds.
I've tried positive thinking, reassurance, realizing and visualizing.
But my brain is scrambled.
I am in shambles of how I can't even win this fight against my own mentality,
I can't stand myself sometimes.
I've tried the conventional way, the unconventional way, but no way seems to be the best way.
So now I live a life of a stoner, but only really surviving off the stoner ways of life.
I don't know what I would do if I didn't have weed in my life.
You call me trouble stuck in your own bubble while you blind yourself to my struggles.
While some people live in high society, I live in low society, living with the oddities of my struggles in my beliefs, while you get to sit there and question my abilities.
Some of us with mental health issues that turned to worse things than weed,
I can't believe you have the audacity to say that it's our problem and make it illegal?
People say things should be free, but even the free will of a mental health patient isn't free, because their mentality is their worst enemy, they can't even get help to find their true identity.
I'm crying.
I'm begging.
We're pleading for help so we can stop fighting and start thriving,
Can you not hear the cries of us surviving?