REAL

Look on the Realest level of my life
I Wish To Make Music
I'm constantly hit with vibrations of beats of melodies and sounds that help me cope with my position of life
And when I say the words
Damn Soul Free
I yearn to be set Free
However freedom might be
I hope for a Remedy
But I live sadly as I see
No one is willing to fight or even stand for me
There way I see it I'm trapped
In A Societal Prison
And I keep fighting for whatever Reason
Fighting the ideas of suicide as my biggest treason
But I'm still living thanking God I'm breathing
Because I know my reason
And That Is Purpose
The Help I need you probably can't give
But I Plea
 As that's my only way To Live..

The Hardest Position I could be in is Stressing with people who don't want to Understand Who I Am. No one is strong enough To Rise Above.