All I have is broken thoughts. Thoughts about how the red light from the fan keeps staring at me, thoughts about how the blanket makes me feel warm in this cold world. I have wrestled with the thought of suicide, a part of me dies or is dead. Thoughts of future plans and the thoughts of not knowing. Will anyone know that I ever lived or will I just be a smudge on the canvas that is human race. I envisioned a legacy for generations to come. All I envision now is the loneliness inside a prison that is life. Money is the shackles and love is the other side of those prison walls. Unattainable, a mystery that only a few people have solved. Drugs numb the pain and “everything you stand for turns on you despite you” runs through my mind. What does it all mean? Who can I confide in but myself? I trust everyone yet nobody. My deepest darkest secrets will rot in the deepest darkest parts of heart. The one thing I do know is that trust nobody.