Laying here i listen to the steady noise of the air conditioner. It drives me crazy each night; it drives me to truth. "Can I do this?" I ask myself, "What will happen?"
I have one dream, just to be happy, and every day i see humanity get worse. Can I handle it? Maybe so, but it is a dark path; the future is an oblivion.
What am i doing now? Can I sleep? So I do, and the night terrors come again. It's okay though, I dont mind. I only consider them terrors because everyone else does; they only scare me sometimes.
I find them comforting in the cold stark night. I'm losing my mind. Im losing my humanity. I only grow a hatred for those around me; i feel alone.
The suffocating feeling falls over me. I choke on my life, or my lack of it. A pillow of depression cuts off my life and i struggle to find who is holding it over me.
What is the cause? Will i live? Tears coat my eyes and blur my twisted vision. I am pathetic. I cannot sleep. I want help so badly. I crave it and throw away respect for it. I am only a bug wriggling and dying under the microscope of our gods. No one is there to help me. Can i do it?
