tearing at the seams

*insert daydream

On my way to the doctors . thinking about a lot of stuff . Stuff thats very troubling . I dont know my meaning , my purpose. Who are my real friends.  
Broken bones . broken minds . broken dreams . broken thought. The heater is up all the way , yet the frost on my skin won't thaw . I hear so much noise when all is silent . the houses are passing and so are my memories . death is nothing but a memory . I see myself dying over and over again each time more gruesome but each time I am relieved its all over. Its all over now . ==============∆¶€¥™¶∆

Anyway so I'm on my way to the doctors I saw some sheep
They where cuuuute . but I feel very sick .. Carsick .