Lead Me To the Right Road

Scars scars that bury deep in my Arms sometimes I don’t know who Iam, feel as if I’m trapped under a tram Satan keeps getting in my head telling me am better of dead Keeps filling my head up with My suicidal thoughts should I cut Should I take my life it’s so hard To tell people what’s going through My head I pray each day for god To lead me to the right road, but Satan keeps coming back telling me That iam a mess and worthless, God I pray to you to release the bad Thoughts take away the hurt and shame Feel as I’ve lost the game life Can never be the same unless I keep praying to god and following His words and carrying on my life For better or for the worst Try to find hope and trust.