I Fucked It Up
I really, really, fucked it up... when I let the wrong people in.
I fucked it up even more with all the suicide attempts, I didn't win.
I didn't know how to deal with the turmoil my mind was in. Eating at my soul, tearing at the outer layer of my emotional skin. Consumed from the inside out ... dying within. Nobody. Not even my kin, nor Bill Withers, to 'lean on me, when I'm not strong...' Not one person could just... be my friend, or help me carry on.
Seriously, broken into shards of glass on t...