Suffering and not being able to fight for what is real. Trapped in a small hole. The depression starts to pour in. Not looking we might die. Gripping the peddles of fate. Death said he's coming to get me, but that'sΒ Β when the artillery started up. Fear hits in. 1 bomb 2 bomb. Are we all going to die. no he want's me. So when I run and hide he will find me and I will scream, but no one can hear me. What do I do? I don't know.