My mind is constantly filled with thoughts.
Paranoia defeats my sleep.
Fear fuels my rage.
Love is another empty page
In this book of my life.
It makes no sense.
Each and every sentence that I write.
I'm so misunderstood
that I cant even understand.
What separates a boy from a man?
What makes time equal to a grain of sand?
Whats the difference
between the beginning
and the end?