Thoughts

So I sit here thinking, what is left for me in this world...

All I ever got, is a smack in the back of the head...

Or a knife through the skull, making me cleanch in pain...

What did I do to harm anyone, I never hurt them phyically...

I prey it's nothing I said, I'm to nice for that

I'm lost in my own little world, no harm can be done...

Someone reach down, and grab my hand...

It's all I can do to breath my own air, to feed my hungery stumock...

I don't dersrve this, but then doI dersrve my friends?...

I'm going through life, one day at a time...

All I need is someone to grab my hand, and pull me up...

Save me, I don't want to die...