I had a rough night, so I decided to write, no paper or pen so I guess I'll just type. I'm ready to follow the light, because I'm tired of this fight.
I woke up depressed because I didn't get any rest so this may not be my best because I feel like a mess.
I've been through hard times, I use to commit crimes until I did a little time. I almost went to prison because I didn't want to listen, I was lost in my ways and I had forgotten my mission.
To all of you struggling just know you're not alone, I would say give me a call but I'm afraid of the phone.
I use to feel invincible but lately I've been miserable, you see I suffer from this illness and for some reason it's invisible.
Although it may seem out of reach I hope we all get some peace. I don't know when it will come, or where it will be from, but I'm sure one day that we will all get some.