Every night I just sit here laying awake thinking I could make a break out of my mind thinking to my self why did I ever get that signed by the devil that night I might just have to fight these demons with the given reasons and it’s 3:33 am and these thoughts I wish would be a way out but I shout and doubt my life so I start cuting with a knife and yet I’m still alive I don’t see why I’m still alive fighting these demons even tho it weakens we keep fighting these demons while just sleeping while I’m bleeding and pleading for my life to just be free the only thing that helps is the music and the weed I never though that these demons would have any reasons for me to have a war inside of my head it still seems to be red on this thread that I spread to hopefully never feel anti social and be able to express my feeling that I have with the locals but I can’t so I just using my vocals to express the distress and the compressed chest I have because of this depression and I just can’t express the mess and the confessions but it does help that I have weed in my possessions when the devil makes his selections maybe his suggestions and questions why I was put on this earth to be hurt and not worth and insecure I hope that no one ever has to go through the sorrow and and dispar that comes when no father to guide you through life and be so lost and you just seem to be paused