Being as high as I am,
I feel pretty **** low.
Manipulated to the point of not knowing right,
from wrong.
Family secrets unraveling slowly like a snake from sleep.
Poisonous fangs shooting out like lies.
Killing.
I'm no ones baby girl anymore.
I've become the monster hidden beneath my bed.
I'm an emotion disaster killing every living organism in my path.
Fall in love too slow,
too fast.
Have 991 on speed dial because sometimes,
the other half comes out.
No sleep,
no serenity,
no hope.
Satan's music blast through my devil ears,
sinning to the point being an angel,
is the worst in the book.
It crashed hard.
I could barely breath..
I've learned to use my heart when needed.
I've forgotten how.
For being as high as I am,
why do you make me so low?