in a dark room,alone in this place, surrounded by people of the unknown. Am i safe? do i belong here? i don't know, who knows what is going on the outside world. its all messed up i think. will i be a different person when this is all over? will there be a different ending for myself. i feel like an outsider in here. i write so i don't feel anything else cause if i feel stressed or emotional i might not be able to take it anymore . one day my blood will be my pen and i will slowly slip away till what is left is just a lifeless bode and a forgotten soul. i have made my life as messed up as it should no be. as i try to live life as much as i can, i really cannot change what i did to be in this place of the forgotten souls. was it meant to be? was i wrong?