lost

lost

Not only could i just type simple words on a barren piece of paper but i could paint a picture of the dark thoughts lurking through the horrid maze that is my mind. I myself get lost in my own thoughts how would I ever expect any other soul to understand them. i myself am ritousoly difficult ,indesisive, and twisted. who ever said i was sane. the insanity in me is like a virus that has parralized my piece of mind and allteraed it to its own liking. my mind its self is terrifed of what brews up in there. My misguided contort head. its in its own jaded solitary confinment . keeping its tormented eerie thoughts to it self. sharing its deranged phychotic thoughts with nobody . not a soul may lurk around and see what beholds locked away in her mind. My soul was as cold and jaded as satins. it was more disordered and damaged than my mind Will you be the one to save me from my inprisioned hell. would you be the one one to sve me from my worst nightmare that chases me around like a shadow. of course not all your smiling face are the same . hodden behind a aurora of your own thought s and opinions that pierce my soul like bullets. but had i been so hyponotized, lost in myself that i didnt realize the the struggling hands reaching to save me. was i so tormentd and traped in my owen self conshish that i pushed away my only savior. was it not the people aroud me that had to change but it was i.

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