My demons keep me up night feel like all I ever do fight I know I’m in the right but they make me feel like I’m in the wrong maybe I should sing a new song I try but they tell me it’s trash I tried Christian rap but they said it was bad they reminded me I need to get to the top for my self esteem but they tell me the top is just a dream man I just need to blow off some steam maybe smoke a little weed and comite the evilest deed the devil called said he wanted me back promised me the promised land was not for a man like me then my anxiety kicked in like never before and said don’t be lucifers whore but his offer sounded great cause I’ll know for a fact where I’m going just knowing it makes me feel a little bit better this Is my final letter I’ll ever send to God this SOS if you really want me show me can’t you see I’m struggling my ptsd just be killing me it’s hard for me to even function outside my home it feels like I’m conflicted I can’t decide if I’m good at rap or people are just being nice