Time Heals? Hurts?

Spare me the drugs and lies you feed me, as I watch TV I yearn for the poison I see unafraid of what becomes of me, my demons keep me awake that I forget to pray my soul the lord to take, demons lets play? Let's lie awake and pop, smoke, drink, watch this poison all day, hide... Hide from me I do not deserve the love of an angel/queen who sees a fallen angel in me, wake up,"bake up", eat some toast and take up the world of what it offers, biggots, racist, murderers and make shifts, the people that I sit with on this bus headed to work-ignorance is bliss,"hello sir/ma'am, hey how yah doing, let me help you pick out what your having this evening " click I clock out, sitting at this bus stop with my demons on the prowl, I look up in the sky and ask god why, as the burning in my chest won't rest, memories of the real Aris come to attest, on this bus I go, but my memories won't go, times of almost giving my life for another hooked on crack - but I felt she deserved her life? How insane is that, a mirror reflection of myself shows my shirt ripped up and an "S" on my chest, I am a warrior with bipolar distress, save a human who you would say is ruined, give my life if it meant many more would have life, but these demons are mine for the shoe in, help me help you they say, give us away so you can have your day, so am I superwoman after all? Or will I fall?