A Guide

I am quiet as the weekend makes it final act
I cant seem to think straight
My mind is a pit of thought, whirling, swirling around
Thoughts about friends
Thoughts about family
Thoughts about life, and people
But nothing really fits together
Like 8 different puzzles mixed together
I can only fit two or three pieces together
What is wrong with life
Its so so dark
I cant see in front of me
I'm stumbling forward
Blindly to fate
I wish i had a light
Someone to guide me...