Day by day I try to find a reason to stay I keep having homicidal thoughts i'll probably have them till my body stink's and begins to rott. I know I say it alot but it's truly what I feel. I'm not a liar this is foreal. Although I try to conceal all this pain and sorrow sometimes wishing I wouldn't live too see tomorrow. I feel as if i'm not worthy of living because all I think about is sinning. Seems like my demons are winning but this is only the beginning. When i'm high I feel like my angels are winning but when i'm sober sometimes the devil takes over like a real life game over dark or light I don't know which one to fight or which to invite no matter what path I choose i'll make sure that I never lose.