My thoughts have been reincarnated into the form of a human
Her name is Presley
She is around 5'5, wavy brown hair, piercing big, brown eyes
She had these flaws..where she couldn't help herself
A constant battle it was to maintain her health mentally and physically
I gave her the time of day, stayed with her through the night
It became the suffrage within myself, drowned in negativity
Uplifted by society but backed down by family
Talking to her was like being drained by losing sobriety
With her being the drug, me being addicted to helping her
As time had passed I realized that I was the one in need
And nowhere was she to be found
Presley..
These are my last words to you
I am in need of your guidance, your words, your sympathy
I can't take it anymore
I want to be de-

Presley.