Wrong turns long nights lost and forgotten hopes. Left empty with no more questions just nothingness.
Alone. Forgotten.
Turning in quick violent circles trying so hard to grasp past mistakes and hold on. Hold on. Slipping grip still turning, turning, and turning. Stop and the world spins leaving me crushed beneath it. Wanting to scream from the very depths of myself but unable. I am empty.
Alone. Forgotten
