Losing my Mind

Chapter 4: Not Yourself

Stiles left the school as quick as possible in order to avoid anyone who stayed behind, and started making his way home. As he walked, he took a moment to appreciate the silence before focusing on the various sounds vibrating from deep inside the forest and decided it would be a good idea to follow them.

He just needed more distractions and what better way to do that than to walk through the woods on this gloomy day, he couldn't go home, he knew the only thing he'd find would either be his dad passed out on the couch or being heavily drunk... to be honest both options scared the hell out of him. Obviously for different reasons.

He walked deeper and deeper into the forest, noticing how dense it became the further he walked. He came to a stop and sat down underneath a tree next to a small river, he pulled out a black bound book that he had been writing in for the last few weeks; he mostly wrote songs and drew pictures.

He opened it turning to the next available page and started on a new song that popped into his head during the walk there.

It took him half an hour to write it and he was finally finished.

I'm not in this universe my body's stuck in reverse.

My lungs are always short of breath,you see these tracks you know the rest.

My face is skuffed my eyes are black...

Where's the point where I turn back.

And I can't help but think that this isn't me...

But maybe they're right...

Maybe this is all a lie...

And I followed a sign that brought me to my life as I know it...

and I can't find myself cuz...

You've taken control of my heart and my soul

Tried to call but your phones disconnected

Girl you know that I can not accept this

Now I'm stuck in my head

While you lie in your bed

Tryin to sleep just to forget my name

Tryin to sleep just to block out the pain

Born to believe what the world gave to me was everything that I'd ever be...

As we're lifted up high.

These thoughts have arrived

to bring back some sense to our dwindling minds...

And so it goes the years fly by..

The more regrets the less I try.

I just might die.

And I can't help but think that this isn't me...