Take me and make me we can’t save me. This hate that you gave me keeps telling me the same thing. As I keep walking around this place with an absence of hope. Nothing but lies, tears, and fears haunt me. And effortless drive to stay alive. I’ve damaged my soul and happiness for an ounce of air. To breathe without my insides screaming for dear Mercy. Looking around to the hill I have endured over the years. A place that needs to be burn down to the ground. It still haunts my existence. Life could or could not get better who knows? Living a life without something higher up to pray on Candy value. Yet it can be done. My life and choices are all my own and Karma will come to me one day. Till then it is my struggle.
(I thought I was dark now. My teenager self out beat me. ;))