”As you lay in bed, it was around 2 am, it was dark and cold, the smell of ashes could be distinguished by the ash tray on your night stand… by your Bible, collecting dust, it was raining, bloody tissues littered the floor… broken dreams lingered in the place.. you called home, broken photo frames and blooded knuckles, wrapped in bandages, scarred arms… and rose colored glasses… were all of the norm, you could hear the tv on in the living room…’he’s still up..”you thought as you lay, hopeless