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's 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.