Homeless

So this is how it's to be for an unknown length of time, I can't be myself around others and speak my mind, It's ended my marriage and cost me my friends, I suppose this is how it will be till my life ends. With no place to go, with no place to call home, I will live within four walls to dwell alone. Weather it's in a cardboard box or in a room shared with others, I'm still alone, friendless and my heart will smother. If I'm on the other side of the world I have no one to come back to here, homeless I wander, I cannot share my life with those I hold dear. I feel like I'm the living dead, my family taken from me, my sanity hanging by a thread. It seems like I can't do anything right, no purpose to live, no will to fight.