Query any poem you want.

Lonelyness creeps up on me, I am not prepared. No one to guide me, and I am so scared. Working hard to make things right, when all my family does is want to fight. Iv lost all hope in finding a friend, and when Iv hit rock bottom and people begin to see, it may be to late, it may be the end of me! Im tiered of fighting, and feuding around. I want to begone, but not six feet beneath the ground. I want help... thats all there is to it. Just one more thing to go wrong and I swear that I will do it! Lord take me and keep me befor Satan comes to eat me! Quit following me leigion of doom, I dont even feel safe in my own fucken bedroom!!! To many ears, so many fucking tears, I need to go home and stay a couple years! I know not what Im trying to say, to many voices geting in my way, I need help with them all befor i can come to a resolve!

I dont know what I mean... it came to me in a dream and now i just cant get it out untill I put it on this screen.