Random thoughts and visions seen... horrid views that carry no being... All these things comprised in me. A mind so tortured it abandons itself... what is true what is fake... I can't tell nor can I take what may be nothing but an illusion before my eyes... what might be something so real... where to turn for answers... where to go for hope...

The world traps me within myself... apart withdrawn... tormented tortured closed apart  by myself... what is the point of breathing, what is the point of continuing… a loss of control for what may be nothing but my own imagination ran wild with a thought… why was I made like this? Where is my joy to be held? The walls close in constantly with no way out… and nothing matters because it’s not real but no one else can tell… it seems so real… 

It seems so true…. but it’s an illusion nothing but a thought… a concept taken me on a wayward spin of my own subconscious delusions and paranoid fears… Till again I can’t stand the light of day and I become more secluded… but it seems so real!!