I'm a prizoner; a prizoner in everything that I should have control of. Every untold word, every undone action. Every day passes by the same and it seems I'm still sitting right here.
There are a million different voices trying to scream the answers, but none of them seem to make any sense. I feel like I'm holding on in the depths of a current, that's dragging me in. I can't breath. My anxiety has just shut up my walls and told me to ignore everything. I'm just paranoid; Nothing is as big as it seems. Don't say a word, no one can hear you; No one is listening.
All I can hear is the echo of my thousand confuzed thoughts.
All I can hear is the screaming.
The screaming I wish, that just this once, was my own.