Dear Father
For as long as I can remember...

When I write about feelings and past
People seem to think it's a lie...

It's a new day,
It's a new start...

A world all of your own,
Where nothing can harm you...

No mater how you live your life,
We all end up the same...

Numb the brain
Delete all that's past...

Why is this the first assumption
Of an ever suspicious mind...

"You'd be better off dead",
Say the voices in my mind...

The darkness from the valley is rolling in,
it covers all, envelops every sin...

Tired and alone,
Never truly awake...

Feeling nothing
Not knowing what is real...

Stared at,
looked down upon...