A letter to the SAINTS inside of me...
I don’t know who I am, I mean there’s more than one of me...yes it sounds crazy but before you say I’m bipolar just think about it! What are these voices I hear inside my head or better yet who are they? Sometimes they tell me I’m the happiest I could ever be other times they tell me happiness can never exist in my world oh and they sure as hell often times the most convince me that my true purpose in life is to make others happy even if it means hurting myself. Now I’m pretty young but I ask myself am I really that young though like I done been through it hurt , after hurt , after hurt one could swear I was immortal cause I’m sure I’ve died over a million times already. Truth is I’m confused as hell Its like being shown the light but staying in the darkness anyway I wouldn’t be lying if she (and yes I’m talking bout saint) made it seem like i was slightly insane I mean it’s our secret but she’s made me think about giving up on all my dreams one by one so that maybe th...
