The longer I close my eyes,
the more I see the silver dots.
I feel transported to a world where
the only person is me, the only sound
I hear is my own heavy breathing.
Where pain resides outside,
where fantasy becomes like real,
where hatred collides on a wall and
shatters into nothing.
When time reminds me how long
I have been in a chasm of darkness.
When each morning is missed.
When a breakdown is not felt.
When death becomes pretty and
all these things are just temporary.
I triumphed in waking.
The world around me is tangible.
How I struggled to escape the hell
I have been, I did not give in to the