By a friend named Jon part. 1

Í think its about time i put myself in his place, still the man in the mirrors saying who can save me? i guess i never saw myself as part of the equation to many times i just tried to erase em, and as heartless as that may be, sstill nobody seems to notice the pain beneath when into the pit or your stomach it creeps arms trembling refusing to pray for relief , suffering a grievence disturbing my peace shit that only leaves u teary cheeks to knees , the feeling when ur mind body and soul feel defeat like the eyes of ur soulmate when they get branded into eternity to always see but just out of reach, concequences of suiciding selfishly the company that ur misery keeps , thinking if thats what it takes for the my world to be happy then by my own hand my life id be taking didnt fully understand that statement till I woke up as satan paying for a past of another mans sins i thought god misplaced me . awoke to an epiphany assumed responsibility that maybe the world needs a saviour to save the world from me cause the visions malfunctioning a thoisand yard stare through infinity. thats when i didnt say a name i just prayed didnt picture a face i just gazed looking out at theb milkyway..... continued..... --->