what is there left to say.
This is the warmest winter it\'s October it feels like its may.
yes you cross my mind from time to time.
But if you look twice inside it won\'t just be you that you\'ll find.
I feel at home when I\'m just dreaming.
I get knocked down back to earth with my demons.
Afraid because there tearing me apart if I get close to you what if you see them.
Maybe you think of me maybe you don\'t
If you do I hope it\'s good thoughts.
I know you know pain to well that\'s just what life brought.
The demons always will be there I hope you don\'t join them.
I\'m lost worthless not even a good quality to purchase, I\'m another nothing and I picked my poison.
poor a drink another and another.
Those who cause you pain I would slit their throat and watch them suffer.
I wish could be a one of those decent beings.
maybe something some one could be proud by just looking and seeing.
I\'m not never will be
But when you cross my mind best belive you and me
We have a good life in my head and up there things are good and were living happily.
I\'m slef destructive I\'m psychotic and my mind has a mind of its own.
I dont belong to anything or anyone but I hate being alone.