It may have taken me 28 years, but I have finally found my happy place.

My eyelids are becoming heavy, my head is pounding, but here I am, falsely smiling.

I have no way of releasing this storm within to the person who caused it.

I'm excited about life, and I'm ready for today, but the bed looks so comfortable...

My mind is either a fun scaryhouse or a scary funhouse.

Confusing or senseless?

Exactly.

i hear the screams of children downstairs - i don't have any kids who live here.

Desperately wanting to make a change. But the walls of my prison are too strong.

As the leaves of autumn twirl, tumble... scattering each and every way... So do I.

Pressure and silence, isolation and stress. There is never enough time to feel it all.

Skull pitched forward

Neck snapped back

Lucky to survive.

Stupid kid

Don’t text and drive!