Finish last

The way I’m feeling inside is fuct up I feel lost don’t know how to climb out of the hole I found myself drowning in the toilet of life. Always going back to repeat the sickened circle. Burning in hell the thought will prevail get a grip you bastard. Live right be free most of all be happy. Now my heads clearing I can see thru the dirt. I’m getting my life back now no more gore. Love is medicine