Depressed

Its hard to see what's in front when you so focused on the past, continously look for the positive but the only thing retain off the midframe is negative pain, ie done the same thing insane, my brain is melting as i gotten more frustrated for the things i got toachieve, was only lies and decieve

only if i'd beleive in myself, worship God who he truly is, because well i got kids, now its more lives at risk, my foreign lips wasnt equipt to trip, now im walking with me head dont, man dont suppose to cry but how can i show this affection, the mirror shown a reflection of a face thatuse to be happy

turning corners to see if there isnt any peace, resting place the R.I.P. have better luck then me, so truthfully the dead have a better living than me, frustrated majority hated with a hatred that goes far beyond my goals, once sold to become unvaluble to sell no more, or sail no more which you chosen to preferr

after earth after time has rotting to its core, and the bore of the world dont have me no more, im hurting to the core, depressed, under th rifle the title of success was the mission, the words was too deaf to the admission so how can i listen, to these blind decision of the coarse of th regilion as i hold my hands in prayer, pray or become prey

lord how can i stay as i cry out loud, lord pick me up so i can walk and talk on my feet, instead of crawl and falling to the demise to the further notice i'd apologize

Rhone