This is a cry .
This is a letter goodbye.
My demons, I try not to show them because they are sly.
But they break through, then I pay the price and cry.
I was joking, but that made you panic.
You get mad at me, I can tell you do.
I’m the one who pays for my mistakes, and now for my mistakes, i’m manic.
If you were wondering what the joke was “... the innocence is gone!” sound familiar to you.
As you read this, i’m probably crying on the floor.
The feelings of no worth take me over.
You get help from friends, for me no one knocks on that door.
My sense for that is slower.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I cry as I stand on my driveway.
Maybe my mistakes were foretokd in folklore.
Maybe you and the others should just stay away.
I don't want this to be depressing.
I don't want any of you to be mad.
It's just that my true feelings I have been repressing.
The truth is, I am eternally sad.
