How? Poem by Pacer Marton

Layin in my bed
Just me, myself and I.
Thinking of the day Ive had makes me wanna cry.
Im questioned and accused, seems like all the time.
Lately I feel falsly accused of a crime.
I dont know how to change or make it somehow better.
I want to make people smile, not bring stormy weather.
Please God help me find a way to heal.
I want to be my happy self, but I seem to always get a raw deal.
My addictions dont help me much, but its my cure for sadness.
I miss the ME I used to be and so does everyone else.