It's dark, cold, and lonely, my mind . I have people all around me, but the past is controlling. Depression it hits me at any moment and throws me into anxieties hand's. I sit alone in my room as the walls close in on my never ending thoughts. I stare at the ceiling, as if to find the happiness of my childhood. Knowing it is gone, but yet I still search. I search for the memories that were never true, nothing but a dream in hopes they were real. I feel nothing but sadness, as low as an endless hole that keeps me falling deeper into my mind. A whirlwind of emotions attacking me at the same time. But yet the clock sits still, not moving forward nor back. I'm stuck, trying to get out. Screaming on the inside out until my lungs drowned in the air around me, as if I'm toxic to myself. I'm going insane inside the insane asylum i call my mind. Not knowing which way is the right one from the left. So I sit alone crying waiting for someone to notice the unnoticeable.
