So I was going through some papers of mine and found this one I wrote a year back when I was in more of a unstable mood.I was going through a very dark time when written.if anyone wants to check it out I will post it below.I used to want to write stories and poetry once.re-reading this kind of makes me want to get back into writing.

My mind is a flood behind the closed doors of my inner nightmare.I hide the monster that was created for me by the uncaring and cruel world surrounding me.intrusion into the depths of solitude I find myself asleep at the wheel of my sanity and all I can do is laugh as I drive over the cliff and crash into yet another downfall.my face displays the falsification of my state of mind I fear for the world if the monster I have sealed deep within me is ever revealed.the darkness running through my veins drips wet from my fingertips like deep blackened blood spilling from my mouth the words like maggots jumbled up by the incoherence and deception within my mind this paranoia runs deep like an iron blade splitting deep within these my abilities to fight it and to trust I crawl through the festering wound the dark hole of empty promises and voices that never end leaving unseen scars and screaming unheard screams unheard by the outside world but only heard and contained within me.the whip of their venom laced tongues cracks against my back lashing deep into the bone.pieces of the puzzle of my sanity falling away bit by bit this is not the end this is not the beginning this is the present and all things are frozen within this time and all things are tainted by the perception of my mind and its never ending nightmares.