I'm sitting listening to music, maybe I'll find my muse in it. Fake friends, fake family, tired of the thoughts that could be. Potentially I feel my inner self changing for the better, I wanna see the sun but I can't change weather. I buried my old self in the dirt, I feel great but it hurts. Pain in return for freedom it is, lonely as I was I couldn't see life for what it is. I fear everything now, I can't get around. I'm leading a life leaving trails to the entrances of my mind. Finding my true self was hard, losing myself didn't take me far. Still broke, broken. faded,wasted. Stated my minds allegations, as bad as I want them to be true it's not for certain.
