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.
