Wild thoughts

I can't wipe my ass I'm out of tissue I'm rambling blabbing condemned to my mental issues on my grind been krazy working Henny drinking mollying & perking jerking off to bitches twerking emotionless fearless careless I ain't gonna pass the drug test so no need to check my piss I was never feed by a silver spoon in need of more then a band aid so I guess ima just bleed out soon all I know are demons no angels in the center fold unless of couse i count Satan bur for now im just waiting; left with nothing to believe in sick of the lies even the bible has told standing on the cross roads of the blvd of broken dreams and the highway to hell staring at my reflection as it tell me.......