Fucked.....

The worst part about being me is that I'm me. No I don't mean I want to be someone else, but God, if you can hear me, I'm crying out for your help. I've been used, abused and dragged through the mud...dying inside because the people I case most about don't give a shit about me, and ain't here, like they said they was or would be, I'm not asking for much and people have the right to turn their backs, but I'm there when everyone else shit lacks...I can't breath, can't see the first for the trees, and I'm tired of praying, it ain't doing shit but ruining my knees...the word PLEASE don't mean a Danny thing, cause people and they selective hearing ignore me and my cries for help, blessing bestowed on everyone else...except me, church folk say keep praying, but it ain't did shit to lift me or my spirit...Calling out to God, but it looks like he don't care to hear it..and when I say it I mean my words, out here alone, and for the first time I'm scared. Gave my all to people who I thought were loyal...fooled myself cause muthafuckas is grimey and slickery than oil...failure everywhere I look, my middle name must be turmoil...