better now

i scream for help but my mouth wont speak

i try to tell them get away from me

i was scared

maybe more then them

cuz i was the one hurting the family

i couldn't stop

no mater what

the demons had me

they held me tight

i couldn't move

 when i was done and destroyed 

 everything in my path 

they would let go

to let me see what the anger did

to this day i have no clue

why every one stood by me

i was a danger

i tired so many times

to end the sorrow

i wanted sleep

to rest my wherry eyes

i told them

i'm to tired to move

to tired to fight

please let me go

i hate this world

 its not worth the fight

sixteen long years

the fight drug on

me on the floor

worn to the bone

but red always came back

no matter the time

no matter the cost

i felt alone

my parents didn't understand

so off to treatment was the next big plan

three years ago

such a long time

now im better

no more fight

other then depression

i am fine

i still get hung up 

from time to time

yes i will not lie

i miss those days

but im happy there gone so i can live to an old age