It’s hard to get rid of the demons inside of me, because they were holding me when nobody else did.

Who am I

I wrote a letter to a friend,I guess I’m driving him round the bend.

You see I have this problem with me, with her, with the other two or three sharing and caring and trying to live is not always a positive, because she wants, he wants, she needs, I need. gets so confusing makes me dizzy,  wondering do I exist.  Once upon a time I had a dream so beautiful and colorful I felt like a queen, but not all dreams come true then evil and pain is all that you know your screaming and shouting but no one wants to know.  I’m good, I’m sorry, I’m bad it was all my fault, you were all I had.  It’s cold, it’s dark the smell is unpure. Where am I I’m bare on the floor I’m in pain what disdain.  I’m on the floor bleeding wondering why, who am I where am I.  As time goes on, now I lay me down to sleep I pray the Lord my soul to keep but if I die before I wake I pray the Lord my soul to keep.