I often write because I cannot speak. Driving away from my friends and family. I´m deep. Hidden from everyone around me. Have I lived as I should? This world smothering me. I´m afraid of the people I meet every day. Forgive my missteps? Or should I be slipping away? Driving away from family I lived as I should? Smothering me This world is f*cking cold And my mind so empty Every morning I wake up angry