Here we are,
7 days till my birthday.
7 days to count another year on this Earth.
Another year of...
Everything i'm trying to run away from.
The world is sick.
Humanity is low.
And I am shrinking inside.
Shrinking everything but the baddest things,
those are growing.
The insecurities.
The thoughts.
My insanity.
It's all growing.
and me?
What am i doing about it?
Nothing.
What could i do?
It's controlling me.
It's captured my feelings and controls my thoughts.
It's holding me down,
knowing I am getting weaker;
knowing it has me locked up
inside myself.