Out on the streets all alone lost in his mind scared of what he has become trying to fix things in life tend to fuck up anger in his mind voices whispering to him as he tries all these different drugs experimenting on them prying every night wishing he was with his family trying to figure out why he did this sitting in jail watching the prisoners go by taking deep breaths spending all his money on things he don't need deep depression cutting crying and screaming his eyes out begging for God to guide him as he walks the streets and says his prayers waving goodbye to this cruel world
