When you say you have been to hell and back whose hell?  Yours  or mine?
The journey there in different lives on different paths and at different times
The hell you have is self created as you never looked at getting free
You never looked at getting out you stayed so comfortable and yet so sad
Tight liped and smiles for all to see though inside broken piece by piece.
I'm So far away from home and I don't know where home is anymore
Screaming from my soul but you can't hear a word

My mimd simply floats on a sea of unused unspoken thoughts