i am living three different lives and not one if them makes sense filled with alcohol and raised voices dark nights with questionable choices i don't know who i am i let others decide for me all i know is i'm a mess and these demons seem to adore me i have some issues i can't sort out problems nobody knows about the skeletons in my closet are clawing at the door but there's already so much mess outside how could there be more i'm overwhelmed and tired don't know where to go i can't stand being vulnerable but some wounds we have to show