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Morning , another day of wondering, is this a day I might find relief in something. Momma why don't you say hi , not even good bye . You shun me like all the other judgmental . Waiting for my mind to start Manic prison 1 on 1 got po shaking her finger get the call creepers in the blood . How thong is this gonna cost me.  Father looks on shaking his head. Thinking of those who've said they were friends. Maybe loneliness is best, not really! Even in the midst of all my shit, people want something. Drugs have always been my sweet companion lurking darkly like demon , lurched up on me. Snickering away a he watches me wither.  I don't sleep I dont eat,  Do to much and manic hell returns and rests on me teeth narled , mom can sit sabotage and act like a do your stuff,  So tired of exsiistance miss all my dead friends , spend a lot of time wondering when I'm gonna see again. Time to jump like a dog go get raped in my head, please tell me in your words how fucked up I am . At least she is tolerable . I just want to sleep or hang with my demon