I am awake wide awake, there is no escaping this mass destruction of endless insomnia. Every time I close my eyes all I see is the tales of loneliness with a hint of fear blindsided by paranoia.

I wish I could claim sanity, I wish I could claim good health. I try to run yet I am stopped in my tracks by a sudden hold of temptation looming me back into an endless cycle of wounds and ****** tales. I can’t seem to get a grip, I am weak.

Trauma is that you? It has to be you haunting me right? My ally, my old friend? The ghost from a past life I always knew. No this is me it always has been I haunt my own tale. I am wide awake or am I? I feel numb, floating but not going anywhere roaming around in my own thoughts trying to find answers yet to be met with nothing.