its only 5 am, so why is everything so chaotic in a time where its only the start if the days peak , on the outside it makes life seem so silent but on the inside
My mind is a roller coaster full of dark thoughts, I wish I could simply turn off like a light switch, on the walls of my cigarette smoke stained prison.
a prison I've learned grow and know as my so called,
"home"

I chuckle to myself .
"home"
a word I've now lost all the definition for when ut gets brought up , and it's been lost, for quite some time now ...
starts to seem like I never actually can fit the puzzle..., and no madder how many ways I tried to twist n turn n try to cram myself to fit,
I never did fit and I was done, forthe more I tried forceful trying to make it work I would only wreck it more , I was so tired, and always felt out placed, oh how exhausting to keep trying to be apart if this puzzle I was never truly supposed to be apart of in the first place


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