The Cieling
So many things running through my mind
I try to clear it but with no luck
I sit here staring at the ceiling
It knows what I go through
It has seen me at my worst
It knows the troubles I have
My restless night
Tossing and turning with no relief
It seen my struggles
My destructive ways
My self hatred
The blood I have shed
Ha this cieling must think I’m insane
