See the best in me, And always pray for me: Within, is a battle for my soul, Without, is me trying to break free;
I have hurt too many, And might hurt many more: My guilt is too heavy, I can't stand it anymore;
I hung out all night With the dudes in my crew: Been involved in deadly fights, And killed not a few;
Too scared to sleep at night, And too scared to see new days: I only hope to see the light, And not repeat of my old ways;
Dislike me all you want, It's what i probably deserve: I'm just a prey that demons hunt, And bound to a purpose to serve;
I know you hate me, And thats why i probably hate you: You focus on the evil in me, But not the evil that you also do;
Please do not see the pride in my words, I am but a troubled man: With a heart pierced by satan's swords, And eyes too blind to discern;
Imagine how great i could be, But see where i am now: I was so sound mentally, But see what i've become now;
So please do pray alot for me, that my deliverance may come: And when i shall become free, I will do well to save some.
This is to all of us who express sanity to some extent. I wrote yesterday about a troubled girl. Today is about a troubled boy. We owe these people our prayers.