(Alright the this with this is its me being self critical to a high degree. )
I am smileing because I am better than I was,
back in that black pit I chose to burry myself in,
but I am still a half broken person even if my smile is fixed.
I am still a black sheep, a marbid angel, and a mask to keep myself protected.
I can lift the mask now but i still have it with and will never be able to cast it aside.
I am to week to change myself, or pull my own trigger.
but to strong to not try and help other.
And stupid to try and help myself, and to worthless to really help others.
Though it seems that I keep getting doors closed on me, in luck and in life.
And it seems like my luck is running down to the bone already.
I gain for dubble the cost as others it seems.
though even so I know I am not the worst off in the world.
But what differance is it to me I may not be the worst but i never wanted to be,
all I can say is I have, or more so karma has a problem with me.
In the end I sit there and bleed out again and again untill I can be saved, and I have to admit that can happen to me, and god or whatever higher power there is be willing I hope my angel really will save me from this dread I am left with even aftger climbing out of my pit of hell.
(not veary good at all though it is my voice to be spread or not as it will. whatever I get is what happens from this point, all I can do is hope and pray that it is more good than evil)
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