Lost In My Soul

My mind is a blur,

I feel trapped inside myself,

Not knowing where to turn next,

My own solace is nicotine,

And some cheap form of communication,

Not even then can I function right,

When will this chaos end,

It is just beginning,

My bed is always empty,

The meal prepared left uneaten,

This facade of an empty life,

Rebounded by the want of a better life,

That my parents,

Never created for me,

Feeling like I have to do this all on my own,

That is where I thrive,

It is a farewell apology,

One I do not want to continue.