Willyum

"There I was, unconscious on the floor. This place I never knew, departing from me, I’m sure. Awaiting the hand of God, knowing I stand to fall. I stared into the pitch black to no hand at all. When you're all alone and you think of home, places you may have been and who you’ve known. This beauty they speak of, I cannot see. As I imagine as a child, it’s make believe. Good ideas hard to find, get one and stand in line. Been judged and judged, what’s one more time? Adoring suffocation through the pain of humiliation, I would discover both sides of manipulation. Family picked up, and went away. Some friends have left, and some have stayed. I’ve trusted one, and been betrayed. When you grow tired of lying on the ground and people walking on you, If you get to your feet and struggle to stand. People you know withdraw their hand."