There within i sank. Deep into a bone aching nightmare. I feared breathing. My skin was burning where the tears has been creating stories. This bed was jail and I its prisoner. The horrendous thoughts were the only thing they fed here. I constantly worry about losing my mind. Here it's harder to breathe or smile. The demons; cops would hit you hard with streams of failure if you smiled. Here you are not allowed to be anything but a loser. A loser who is allowed to weep and sink deep. Deep till you can't hear those demon laugh. Deep until you stop breathing. Deep until guilt of being a burden leaves you away. Shhh don't tell your mother.
