i hate the way i can never have control
I feel like i stand amongst the unknown
With no soul but my own
I am terrified
Terrified of who I've become
I want to change
Yet i am fond of the warmth the darkness gives
I write and i write yet it all seems so repetitive
My life walks on the same old line
And i keep going back and forth
With no sense of direction
No sense of time
Do the words i write even have meaning?
When my life doesn't
