When I sit here, silent and still.
Cares and worries are gone. Nothing matters. No one, no object or anything could hold me back. I'm my own fear. I'm my own pride and fall. I have the power. I am infinite. I'm in control. Who can stop me? Realization of time. Hopes and dreams fall. Heart breaks ****. Depression. Start to ask questions and hate the answers. Plans are changing and it's getting colder. Time is against me. So why do we do the things we do? The distractions and mazes. The pain and the fight. Days of no sleep and still you ask the question. Who can stop me?