Sitting in the dark, alone in my room
Demons behind me keeping me warm.
Depressed as I am, keeps me distracted,
reminding me of the last I reacted
As I write this, they are acknowledge,
they have answers to all my questions.
One day its god, next its the devil
possible one day i'll meet a angel.
I used to say, i guess i still do
satan will say hi and ill pay his revenue
Maybe i love him, maybe im addicted
always revealed himself when I was in the system.
Its hard to cope, difficult to sleep
especially always high on the tweak
all i can think of, when i lay down
"You can be my queen and wear my crown"
there when you were, there when you weren't
my room is a constant energy current
i knew it got bad, when you were all i think about,
wake up from a bad dream not able to shout.
caught myself, giving into your spell
when you spoke to me on my cell
crazy as i was, was i as crazy?
The thought of you touching my body.
You scared me away, whispered in my ear
"I am here"
afraid that you spoke, when you crepped up
finally realized i was ******* stuck
displaying my heart, with my drawings
ran out of my room you had me crying....
i attract the men, all of the spirits
none of them could ever have my soul ticket
you took control, five days awake,
i was just unintentionally told to obey
I'm the victim, you're the criminal,
i was the one you got too physical,
sleepin', and beaten while i'm dead,
everything you've done has been left unsaid.
eyes would open, to the pressure on my chest
In my own home, I felt like the guest.
I allowed you, took up all the time
maybe you we were something in my past life.
I never chose life, I always chose drugs
always washing blood off in the tub.
you tormented, mentally scared and abused
the morning after every night, always bruised.
getting the chills, writing this poem,
i look over and there you were standing at my open door.