Soul Tormentors

These are the feelings that I've felt all my life,

Just living each day on the edge of a knife,

Although when I'm high it doesn't seem as worse,

No way to get high because I have no coins in my purse,

My family never cared and just walked away,

That just made me want to stay high and just kinda fade,

They never believed in me and never thought I'd do any good,

So I've always felt pretty shifty, and stayed in a depressed mood, 

I never showed it but they are the tormentors of my soul,

I just had to forget it or I could never be whole, 

Everyone I think about it I feel the worst pain, 

Chiding and screaming my lung's out, and looking more insane, 

I thank the man above for relieving the bad thoughts, 

Without him I couldn't have made it, so Thank You, God!