My heart is aching without a doubt it's my stomach that twists and turns without warning my face promoting euphoria but only to the naked eye. Everyday I wake up crying without someone there, does anyone here me screaming is anyone out there? I shrug it off hoping that it will get better, but day after day I feel myself floating closer to the sun. My skin is melting as I realize I' m trapped in my own limbo; this depression is eating me from the inside out. Darkness creeping closer to my core as it claws at my soul only to be stopped by the mild feeling of hope that wells up when a glimmer of happiness is seen over a bleek chapparal. Digging my fingernails into my chest I pull out a black mass, slowly pumping nightmare fuel to my brain; squeezing with all my might it bursts. An ink colored substance lingers down my arm as I fall through space, the sun getting farther and farther as I plummet to the earth. Finally I land, unable to move a single muscle I utter to myself. "Help me."