How did you get footprints on the walls?
Was it while I was sleeping?
Did gravity turn like a rubix cube, leaving me behind?
No one must ever find out. The awfulness within.
If only we could shed our skin.
Hardened bitter scales traded in for vulnerable soft new beginnings.
Paranoia sticks it’s foot in the door. Something wants me to give up.
Dizzy with mental torture.
I wish I could cry.