roaming these overcrowded streets i never felt so alone. bobbing my head to the steady beat of my heart to remember im still alive. how could the world i created for myself be so cold and cruel? somehow i slowly become one of the few thats slipping through the cracks. i keep asking myself y, but maybe im not askin the right question. i always find myself running, but the thing is wat am i running from? am i running from myself? suffocating, watching my life pass me by like in the movies. dying isnt so bad, i guess; but its kind of lonely. my mind never stays put it just drifts from one disappointment to the others continually, roatating, driving me insane. just one hit and ill be fine, 20 bucks bitch cash, but too many narks hard to find sum1 to trust in this hell hole. the feeling i miss being so high im flying. but just how much am i willing to lose before it pushes me over the edge? am i going to have to die first. or am i already dead? i feel so lost. where do i belong if i feel i dont belong here??
