Night. Dreams. Thoughts. Haunt. Screams. Blood. Tears. Thoughts. Relapse. Night. Dreams. could feel myself shudder under the sheets that formed a cocoon over me. The dark night didn't help, in the dark I saw the corners move and the shadows shift. The darkness overtook my world. I couldn't trust what I saw, the bright brown bulbs in my skull where not to be trusted, I put my hand over my eyes and tried to calm my shaking breath. I grabbed my face and pulled my hands away to the shadows above me "Michael..." I said to myself and I arched my back as I held myself by the waist. Tonight wasn't easy, and the people in the dark weren't helping me. I heard them tease me, they stared at me with those milky white bulbs of hatred. They ridiculed me. They fucking hated me. I hated them. They said "get help." All my fault. All my fault. I'm a failure. I'm a mess. And I crinkled my nose and my face, I sobbed as I rolled onto the side of my cold bed. "Michael.. Michaela.." And I stared into the corner, the beast stares back at me. Damn beasts everywhere. I must be crazy.
