Speeding down the highway not slowing down for turns lights passing by and staring off into empty night skies. I'm thinking and i can't get out. out of my mind. out of this box. out of my mindset. out of all of this. any of this. i can't get out. Sharp park makes me think of Jason that makes me think of Kevin that makes me think of chris that makes me think of Edmund that circles me back around to hw desolate the street looks. How desolate i feel. Deserted. abandoned. never able to keep anyone around. not too long. not too hard. not ever enough. Friends come and go breakin trust, faith, and all that i held dear throwing me for tailspins and revolutions and too many unwanted changes. Boys come and go breaking morals, rules, and all my dreams of love knocking me down and forcing me to hate all that i have become. Nothing is constant. not the sun. not the moon. not the darkness that hides and hoards and hurts. hurt. I want to say i'm hurt but who isn't hurt? who isn't rejected and dejected and left all alone to cry? who hasn't lost themselves so hard they don't even know it's them when they do find it?