All of the time i spent locked up, I wanted more.
but i couldnt handle the leash i was given.
I understood how every one was effected besides my self.
I wanted my drug. over and over.
just to get over the loss of you dying.
and the last memory kills me every day. but all i can say is thank you..
thank you for my twisted mind and the abuse that get's me to give and give and give so no one feels the same,
but i cant fix the world, world peace is impossible all at once,
every one has had shit thrown in there face, but only those who got through it have the power to dig out of there hole they have dug.
along the way i want to take the rotten decaying part of your heart.
and throw it away, but part of my addiction takes it in the soul and reminds me of depression of my own,. and gets me caught up...
in mind and site we are all clearly blood and bones.
and a brain that is one tenth of our bodie's, but we feel 100% in reality
out on the streets thrown to the gutter rats, came back with potential.
came back wanted, legally. in the safe way. Jesse applegate