fear.

i am getting more afraid of facing every morning.

i am close to being a schizo.

and guess what....

no one cares about it.

im close to being insane.

i need help.

i need a hand.

i need to be happy.

fear.

it's slowly killing me

and sucking the joys out of me.

fear.

i hate it.

but it flows through my veins.

since i wake up this morning

since i felt weak.

fear. it kills me.