Poetry, randomness, whatever comes to mind. Brace yourselves folks. This book is different. These are random thoughts. This book is Madness. It's Messy. It's Me.
Thoughts locked in my mind, like a prison as I try and survive. Though mentally we are a lot alike just two lost souls, battling for peace in a world of insanity.
Will we survive, our own personal Hell?
(All poems written by me, Jacey. 100% Original)