I feel the cold in the cracks of my bones again. If i could i would of been stumbling off drunk. Getting a bit numb. I feel lost again. This **** never seems to end. Going through life with no big plan. He's shouting again in my face. How could you call this place home ? I need to break free run away and cry under a forest tree. This place is not safe anymore. I feel the cold touching my scars again. I can feel the stings burning like fire from within. I need out of this place im living in. This **** really has to end so my heart can start to mend by then* ~