Come to create

come to create a new place in my head that takes away from my eating pain and suffering from the way I look it's clear that I am dealing with shit gor and blood please me a bit making me feel like it's a problem sharing with others My friend or lover sister and brother I see things that have two meaning objects fleeting words breathing more breeding inside I cry why must I lie can't someone try give me some time just enough to get me by so I feel fine and don't die every day and night scared to begin to pretend it's me and my sin it's the voices again telling me them how I won't win at life it's been strife months since I've seen light stay out of sight right in plane sight soothing my fighting insights crumble into my hide away never forget the way they are to me and the possibility of letting them know my fear it's clear to me that they fear something so near but it never appears to be the one that is killing me set me free and take me from myself just let me out of hell I need some help