I trust me
I'm the one whom grew up alone
alot nasty men around
an innocent child scared for life
trust is earned not given
I know really kind good people that turned into wolf's
obviously I was the sheep
but finding them out was trauma
I thought they were good until they dropped me like water..
I don't even trust God anymore my prayers are blowing in the wind to hell were devil's gonna posses me or maybe not...
miss my faith it was honest strong loving
now in chapel all I see are rich Aters with Gold chalesess
Pure gold cross on a shining rich pole stick
the lord would not be remembered from a gold cross he suffered
I think I'm lost..
©angelsoul2
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