I still have the tiny picture in my pocket.
Ture Fear
Inside myself I fear the hell
Inside myself I fear the help
Inside myself I am filled with hurt
scearyed of my birth and left with
the feeling of no worth. Dewelling
on the things I've done wrong,
fearing the pain I've caused. I am
not afired of god for I choose my
own path. My mother hateful words
hant me! She's angry that I didn't grow
up to be her perfect daughter. It doesn't
matter cause my life will end soon.
I've seen myself dead by my own hands.
I've seen myself lying in a pool of blood
and I am glad.