THE ENEMY IN ME

WHY AM I HERE WHAT SHOULD I DO ITS DARK I CANT SEE CANT EVEN BREATH.
WHY DO WE EVEN BREED.
MANY PEOPLE DIE FROM MESYRY MIXED WITH POVERTY NOTHING LEFT TO FEED.
MAYBE IAM CRAZY DEPRESSED OR MAYBE ITS MY INNER VOICE.
LIFE IS MADE OF A BUNCH OF CHOICE.
AND WE HAVE TO FIND OUR WAY TO JOICE.
I CANT BE STABLE THERE IS TO MUCH NOISE.
ITS MY INNER VOICE .
IAM EXUSTED I NEED TO PULL THE PLUG.
MAYBE I NEED ME TO LOVE MYSELF MAYBE I NEED A HUG
OR I NEED SOME COFEE POUR ME SOME IN A MUG.
DONT KNOW WHATS WRONG.
OK ILL TRY TO LISTEN TO A SONG.
IT RELIEFS ME FOR A SEC OR TWO BUT THAT WONT LAST LONG.
WHAT ABOUT SOME HOLY WORDS.
CANT SEE COZ MY MIND IS FULL OF DIRT.
I DRANK TOO MUCH OF HURT.
PLZ LORD SETT ME FREE LIKE A BIRD.
JUST SETT ME FREE LIKE A BIRD.
TAKE MY HAND HERE IS FULL OF DISASTER.
WE MADE EVIL THE MASTER.
WE ARE BROKE EACH DAY FASTER AND FASTER.
ITS LIKE CANCER.
ITS EASY TO FIGHT THE ENEMY I SEE BUT WHAT ABOUT THE ENEMY IN ME.
THAT ONE MAKES WHAT ILL BE.
CANT STOP BEING STINGED BY BEE.
CANT STOP THE MESYRY.
THATS MY NEW POEM JUST WROTE IT I HOPE ULL LIKE IT GUYS GOD BLESS YOU.
YOURS SHEHAB