It is 1:19am. I am outside, tired, I have bruises on my back and I have people following me around in cars.
I was told to leave, which I did. I was told I would have help.
Here is the help I received: I sat on a bench and fell asleep.
I am in the slums here.
My hands are sore from carrying things:
I am ready to harm something.
I looked for an apartment, a car, with no luck.
They tossed this card on the ground in front of me like I am a dog, and told me to use it.
They also tossed a silver key in front of me.
Whoever it is I cannot see. But I have someone following me in cloak and it is a black man.
They are trying to set me up.
I heard someone cry out earlier that they did the same thing to him, and he killed a ghost and they trapped him.
I heard the one cloaked talking, and saw him go under a bush outside at CVS, and when I walked over to see who it was there was noone there.
Noone is helping me that is what I am saying. It is free, and they refuse to help me.
So, now I know not to trust the voice in my heart, because it led me here standing in pain for how many years.
I was told not to whine.