The Hidden World

Dear diary
It's getting worse.
I'm on the edge of sanity.
I remember now. I should be dead.
But...no. I'm sitting in this ditch I didn't dig.
Over and over again I keep repeating that none of this is real and
that this ditch I'm in will slowly build up to be a mountain...but no.
It's just getting worse no matter what I do or say.
I'm melting into a pool of blood.
My guts hang low,
My eyes are out.
I'm nowhere
to be found.

~Welcome to my madness~