The epitome of being in the heap of darkness, as I roam into the realm of despair...a steppingstone to hysteria they say. I grow wearier, excessive smoking making me reminiscent of cheerier days. So I vent my deep filled anguish, still I feel outlandish in my own home. I've tried to weep, still I can't release or ease the wretchedness instilled in me. Broken friendships who were so deceptive, rotated my views on letting new people in, it has made me repressive from drawing people in. So I find consolation in the dark clouds, despite the spite I see in those who where once so close to my heart.
