I don't sleep. It's not an escape if the problem is in your head. It follows you into the dark and corrupts your dreams, creating horrific nightmares that you're not free from even when you wake. I like to read. To write. To sing. It lies the thoughts to rest, keeps the nightmares at bay, it leaves the dead in peace. It's hard to break your chains when it's you who hold them. Your enemy is yourself and the battlefield is your body. Concealed away from the outside world no one can see the war raging on inside, the pain you feel is believed to be an illusion to others. You're trapped within yourself. Drowning with no one there to save you. This is your life- but you're not living, are you?
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts to Books I'll Never Write
RandomThis is just a place where I'll be dumping my vent writing or pieces from stories that appear in my head that I, just like the title says, will never write. Feel free to read, this isn't private. I'm putting it here because I'm willing to share. But...
