The harsh wind of words hits me and ricochets into a storm in my head. My brain crumbles into a million thoughts, emotions, worries. I'm wandering. Wandering through an endless road of nothing. Each slip road to light - a hidden dead end.
The indiscernible and inaudible words collide in my head and the catastrophe shatters my world. Again, and again.
This is my daily struggle. A battle between the good and the bad. My good and my bad. A fight between my brain and who I want to be. I'm hypnotised, broken. Corrupted. I'm left to fend for myself. Drag myself through each miserable and gloomy day. I'm screaming and silence is all that can be heard. So quiet from afar, deafening from inside. I'm the perfect broken person.
