Air Bubbles And Paper Cuts

My mind

I have yet to find what I'm searching for.
I've lost myself trying to find my home.
Some of the places where I roam, lead me to believe I'm looking for the afterlife.
Just let me die.
I've lost myself.
I've lost my home.
I've lost my way.
Just let me cry.
The sun is lost while I sit in hell,
The lovely devil whispers to me
You're one of a kind.
Tell him to go away now.
I'm busy,
I'm forever in progress of fixing myself.
Since no one else will pick up the pieces for me.
Please take this sin back.

-someone who just wants peace.