I don’t know entirely where I’m supposed to be

I don’t know me

Literal scars tatted on weary skin

Disassociated with those that refer to me as kin

 Bullets missed flesh but left demons behind

If I could only slit the throat on my mind

I could only guess hell is a place in earth

Where tattered minds of thought junkies are shackled for their worth

Can you just lead me to believe 

There’s still somewhere to be free