• Breathing is such a bore when there's no one to comprehend with what you have to say,
    It's like i'm stuck, just spinning around in this little world of mine,
    In the head above my shoulders more hardship,
    Seeing all these small things that once made me happy, now just angers me,
    Sleep : You would have thought the easy escape, but it's there in my dreams,
    Haunting me, making me aware of fear that i cannot bear to live without.

    It's still there just doesn't go away. My brain cannot cope with what it is to come,
    Just something that stays in my imagination & reality.