I fear them, the unknow, the what if. I fear my mind, for it likes to drift.
Inside I screamed, and fought, this dark abyss inside my thought.
Trauma has always haunted my past, and if I dwell too long, it’s sure to last
I fear my bed, my body’s exhausted, I don’t rise for days, until I’m unfrosted.
What is life and why was I made; I fear the nee…read more