Complications

Ever since birth

i've hurt myself to reveal the pain

not only i but those who died in vain

not heard or free

it's on my to lead the deceased

is it them or me

who to believe in

when giving so much misery

my demons seem to have reasons for not leaving

continue to feed me beat me at my own game

known to have no stable home

always roamed not knowing where I'll go

wind blows through my open doors

Lord Can you hear me

can you tell me what i need to say

to my kids if, I go away

will they even know my struggle

or will they be to afraid to be told

i'm only trouble

to my dying days i fought to tell

a story which was left unsaid

so i fled away fell astray

to a complicated fate, what awaits

i questions my existence

cause my vision is about to take place

is it death or really living

all i'm sure of is the next step

to find freedom or my own prison