My Story

As days go by and the smell of morning spring air dies
you slowly stop to think and realize, Life is so short run and hide.

But when you heart is so cold and full of hate your mind say stop! but your black soul says its to late
Doctors Fraze "Its mind over matter nothing a few pills a day should wash them feelings away"

One week adds another now where to three still not feeling right Doc! now what am i suppose to do.
"Ill give you a more higher douse, That should help Mike".

Another relapse i find still the same shit.
people tell me to talk but its out of there reach
but i remember one person said "pray and he will set you free"

I brushed it off my shoulders and said its just a conspiracy. Why would god want anything to do with me. The way i was feeling Ill give this once last shot
lets hope this praying stuff works cause he's all i got.

Nothing is happening lord why cant you help
i guess there no saving poor Mike I must write this letter to show my fate.

"I love you Mom I'm not doing so will please tell Britt I love her so much this is my farewell, Please don't take it badly I've done my time in Hell. I go to seek a better life in witch i hope i found, know more pain for me a new chapter begins. So tell everyone my story and i hope it dose them well"