He's right.

I haven't been depressed for months now.
But this F**king devil in the back of my head still tell's me what to do.
He Tell's me to stand my ground.
Take no pain.
Take no fear.
He Tell's me to bring hell to, those who brought it upon me.
Sometimes I listen to him.
Sometimes I can block him out.
I think he is actually right.
He's right.
I gotta stop living this way.
I'm fed up with this shit.
Aim my middle finger to all the low lives, that tell me I'll never make it.
You can try and read this poem.
Take my word's out of context.
But you'll never know what they mean till they come from my mouth.

I promise myself never to take anymore of this crap.
I promise to always for fill this promise.

I'm just Nik.