Needing a safe place to go to
Somewhere away from reality...
I walk into a room with so many thoughts racing...
Sometimes the simplest of things can be the most...
Once again I'm losing my mind
Coming to you to feel better...
It's not GOD,
It's just a tool...
No solace in sleeping
Just dark dreams and dread...
The first time I got fired from a job,
Was three years after graduation...
My skin's like an accordion
With pale indents all around...
Do I look depressed because am always indoors?
I no longer move out like I used to...
It's coming up
on a year...
What is life?
It's what you think...
A mask or a memory?
Such troubling times...
I find that there's a reason,
For everything to be...