Pitch Black night cold rain beats down on my face walking down the street alone Don’t know where I am I could care less just need to be alone to think about things
I had these feelings for all my life I can’t explain them I just try to understand them but when I do more questions arise
why do I like to be alone? Why do push all my feelings aside? Why am I always in a rut? The questions flood my mind before I can even answer one fifty more come flooding forward
I don’t know what I should do for now I will answer the questions that I can answer and search for the other answers.