Hard Times of a Life Needing Fix

I wish I wasn't dissapointment wish I wouldn't hurt them more if I could I'd give them ointment healing sores I caused before. i'm supposed to be a grown up yet down, so growing's slow the past; I sure did grow tough from forgetting my first home. ~little house up on the shore  ~is where I learned to walk ~baby crawling on the floor ~and I'm babbling to talk. that house did nothing good  in fact, it feeds my demon within i'm so much good on the out i'm disobedient. as if i'm mad at the world pointing fingers, holding grudges "how could you ever do this world?" "tell me how to rise above this!" ...it's not a black or white, yes or no, straight answer it's a battle; have to fight. try and beat emotion cancer. i can't tell if I am weak or actually put to disadvantage until then, i'll sleep i love em' all behind the: lies hurt drugs theft tricks anger greed total damage and bad habits.