Once again, I shut myself in. As the weakling that I am, I cannot bring myself to fight back or even to open my mouth. I just want to drown, I want to cover myself up, I want to be alone. The air that I breath is filled with poison. I let it all in….

Really nothing

  Something’s running through my head and I don’t know what it is. This feeling of fear, insecurity and… how should I call it?… lostness?? is that even a word?! I don’t know. I don’t care. Something is missing. I know what it is, but I can do nothing about it. And it’s eating me…