09.04.17

but i'm shaking and shivering and crying but they won't stop, mom, the voices won't stop

so i try to get up, quick on my feet, and a hundred million putrid hands pull me down from under my bed again and again and again

then my head starts spinning and aching and i'm pretty sure i saw myself hanging on the ceiling fan on the living room but i just can't

can't get up can't pull myself together can't wake up from this neverending nightmare of screams and tears and fears inside of my head

so i just stay. i lay down on the cold floor and wait for it to go away because i know it will come back tomorrow and there is no escape

because there is no escape from reality, there is no escape from myself, there is no escape from my own mind. and this is true hell.