Most nightmares involve a shooting or a some kind of realistic event. My nightmare is living a life where I'm barley floating, the anchor to my ship never sunk. The shackles on my wrist prevent me from my best and tell me I'll never be good enough. This man with a suit tells me I will never get there, my life will be full of lies and torment. My nightmare shows my mother dying a slow and painful death, the feeling is watching a beautiful flower try to blossom but can never find the sun.  I'm trapped in these white walls that scream of the hatred words that fill my mind with the thought of never waking. These nightmares are the same, they never stop and I never seem to wake up.