Free

I seek to be free

Only then will I really be able to see,

Who the real me is supposed to be.

I have a wild soul,

Im not made to be tamed.

Im a nice person I swear,

I just carry a little to much despair.

My soul has so little left to share,

But pull up a chair,

and be prepared,

To take some notes,

Because my words are not meant to be any jokes.

This world needs to understand,

Sometimes you get dealt a shitty hand,

and their may be times where you,

Feel like it's just to hard to stand,

or maybe shit just didn't go as planned.

But some things are out of your hands,

and as much as you can't stand,

the world at hand.

Never give in to the devil within,

Because only then will you be clued in,

To all that could've been,

and then you start at the beginning of recovery road once again.