I am addicted to thoughts of suicide late at night, how can one live like this?
My mind is all over place like graffiti art but this shit is not a master piece, I keep on failing to understand fact that no one wants to be different.
Why not choice the road less travelled by, be of sound nature surrounded by trees and wildlife your mind is at peace now.
Pain is what keeps me up at night as I twist and turn some tunes bring back memories I just had a flashback , locked up in this room all I see is 216 the smoke goes up as the drinks goes down its going down tonight another sleepless night, what on earth is keeping me up at night?
I think my ancestors are trying to talk to me , like the viper I hear voices in my head as I lay on my bed thoughts of her are becoming useless as I start to question life as a whole .
Was this really the plan or is faith playing a sick joke on me but like the joker I am not crazy I am just ahead of the curve.