The Grey

Sitting here in the dark
Cigarette smoke fills my lungs
I am not gay
I am not straight
Am I living just to breathe
Or
Am I just breathing just to live
I am not a They
I am not an It
My heart is pulled into several directions
Like Nut needing her extra days
I am pained
I am lost
I am needing this mind to be silent
A mouth of a sailor
The mindset of the lost and broken
I have no idea what I am doing anymore
I am somewhere in between
This divide is strong
Jeg Er Grå