Addict.

I'm not trying to be rude. I just don't speak unless spoken to. I'm like trying to build a house only using broken tools. I'm not either quite that intellectual, I may be emotionally sensitive and sometimes have no feelings, and that begs the question. Am I mentally stable enough to be willing and able to get myself off of that stuff, and forever i question if I'll ever stop polluting my lungs, Im silently trying not to kill myself. This circle I'm driving gives the wicked no rest. I'm tired of hiding my intimate self. Where were you when I took my last breath?