The nights are haunting and the days are weary. The yearn for a touch of stainless steel crazes at my soul. The demons began to rise until they are tearing at the insides of my skin. I have lost touch with all reality, and I'm sinking lower into oblivion. Do you know what it's like to drown, and no matter how hard you try you just can not resurface? It's the constant feel of water inflating your lungs, gushing every breath you take until there's none left. It's the constant climb to surface to the top, and only sink lower. It's the anchor knotted to your foot pulling you closer to the end. I never dreamt of living a life where I'm constantly drowning. I crave for happiness and clouds of white, instead I'm in a dreary thunderstorm that's full skies of grey. I've analyzed the color of crimson red, and it makes me sick to my stomach. I gnaw at the thought that relapse could happen at any moment. I'm scared for myself, I'm scared for my safety. I'm screaming but nobody hears me. I'm screaming, but you can't hear me. I'm screaming, can you hear me?
