Calling out for help

I am trapper’d like a ghost inside a jar who can’t find a way out but kill myself but I’m already dead i  try my  hardest to not worry but When i am smiling i am crying

when i laugh i am screaming for help but no one answer;s back

i’m lost i can’t find my way back on

My life is like a latter the more i go down the more cold and lonely and sad i get but the higher i go the more i realize i can’t go up because the door is locked for me i sometimes think i really did something to deserve this and Like i said before i suffer so the teens at my church can be happy and like i said before once i try to find time to make me happy the monster inside me is Dragging me down deeper i can’t breath


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