I need medicine.
I was manipulative.
Bi-polar.
Using.
Stipud.
Disgusting.
You were right.
I need help.
Im admitting what I did.
I know what I did.
Its unforgivable.
But J if you ever,I mean ever see this.
Im sorry.
I want help.
Im fighting a war.
Mentally torturing myself.
But im trying to see.
The clous of smoke.
They surrond me.
I dont know who I am.
Somebody please help.
I dont care who you are.
I dont care if you have hurt me.
I dont care if your my ex girl.
I need someone.
Someone to hold onto.
Im fighting the war in my head.
Im sorry that your suffering.
Look at this pathetic poem..
Im sorry for what I did..
No body Said it was easy..
No body told me it was this hard tho..
Im fighting through this.
Trying to find who I used to be.
But life snatched me up.
And destroyed me.
You dont know,
How lovely you are.
Ask me questions.
Try to confort me.
Ill accept it.
This time I will
Im on my way
Goodbye..
@polysexualparachute.
