Nobodee

My mind whispers to itself. Wandering aimlessly. Lost. Found. Lost again. I've never been so confused with my emotions. Maybe I'm insecure. Maybe I want to die. But life is so exciting, at least it is through my 3rd eye. And I'll allow my soul to caress with yours. Just tell me any lie to console my deepest darkest fears of the night. But the darkness is where I thrive. Where I hide rather. I rather them think me crazy than pathetic. Am I crazy. I'm always contradicting myself. Maybe its the D.I.D. like the war in heaven and hell constantly conflicting me. Hating the ones in me, when I am in me, and wanting to be alone is exhausting. Always on auto-pilot. I'm no saint but id hate to pass down this pain to my minis as the water rains. Couldn't bear the thought of children with a mental state in shambles. Now I know this is a rambling . But John and Jane speak with me. Now my mind is roaming. And I am on Auto-Pilot. One day I will visit Rome. But for now my mind will only do the same. Roam.