I sit,
I cry,

I never know why.

I lay,
I wait.

My life seems to drift away.

I scream with fears,
Followed by more tears.

Helpless,
Abused.

I have seen many new shads of blues.

My life.
Wasted.

Faces change,
Pain it stayed.

The chances I blew.
I did not know what to do.

The people I met,
The people I thought I knew.

They became junkies.
They remain unglued.

The struggle,
Try to help them change.

The problem,
In their brain’s.

The fate,
They are left to choose.
it's too late.

The distance I have to stand,
To watch family,
In a wasted land.

The feelings I have to feel,
Why is malice so real?

I stand before you,
Created by those who fell,
Please don’t let the children see this type of hell!

In the darkness light always wins,
The demon’s play anyway.
Just watch what kind of sins.