Discombobulated (thoughts of an insomniac)

the pen seems to be my only comfort lately. this drives me crazy. you were my comfort baby. now you’re some distant lady. you got my mind all hazy.
see we were all good just a week ago. Then flash. Like two worlds clashed. there was a new hoe. I know that seems rash but I don’t say that to be rude though.
I’m just in my feelings and paranoid as shit.  the way you got me thinking has my mind all flipped. twisted, turnt, burned up, and hellbent. my mind is in the gutter and it can’t be dealt with.
there’s a ghost in my house and I think it’s from the demons you and my roomate created. yall were doing the most; throwing signs like yall matin. So everytime he sneaks someone in; I’m discombobulated.