I am tired of being alone every single day
People come into my life but never do they stay
If you walk into my house you won’t see anything on my walls
If you look at my phone there won’t be any recent calls
Except from maybe some bill collectors
Why is it that I never receive a call from a pain collector
Good morning Mr. Strong I see you owe us some of your pain
Maybe then my heart wouldn’t be so black and my thought of love wouldn’t be so stained
I just don’t believe happiness is in the cards for me
For constant set backs and negativity is what keeps haunting me
**** I wish any of this sounds good
I wish I could verbalize my thoughts so my words could be understood
Maybe I need to disappear maybe I need a different place
All I know for certain that here my minds not safe

Just Ty—