Remember all the memories and relive the shame.
Left me clinically insane, No where to escape.
Seemed like society had sealed my fate.
To live on filled with hate. Bitter at the world for my bad hand.
Filled with self-pity no one last stand.
To get my life together, no house on sand. Couldn’t control,
The habits I formed, demons seemed to always patrol.
Only in my dreams was I not insane, pray to the lord.
To forgive my sins, that cause me to steal and continue to horde.
For which I know only sharpens the sword, that keeps on pressing into your heart.
Unfortunately the path I chose will end up badly before its start.
My life increased in concavity the past few years.
With nothing left I prayed with tears,
To make my head ever clear, and wake up from the fallacy.
That to live my life I needed this alternate reality.
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