Restless Thoughts Between Sleep

Wish i could crawl out of this hole i found myself in. Living like a renegade, a cripple in a den. I know what everyone thinks, but it matters little to me All ive known is inner pain and turmoil. There where times when those closest to me could have Helped But turned me away Keep your hobby lobby room then Nice like the rocks, buried and pretty and shinny. Not like I was ever theirs anyway Though i appreciate the tolerance i guess Darkness grew in me from the constant rage harnessed in shares Is it any wonder they didnt like what they did see. As i always say, i mostly write poetry to cut myself and bleed. Drain out the thoughts the best i can with words Hoping they will leave me be Let me sleep. As i search myself for answers Because i know nobody else will give them, you see?