Madness
Home alone I sit, staring out into the blackness of night.
Smoking my dope while pondering my plight.
Confusion runs rampant in my head making me feel as if I am dead.
Wanting to run with nowhere to hide while smiling on the
Outside and screaming inside.
My heart aches and my soul cries,
The tears flow constantly, spilling from my eyes. I’m filled with anger, hatred and sadness; I’m losing myself in the turmoil of madness.
Regis
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