" ..rocking back and forth, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. My body all scrunched up while i bite my brittle nails. I feel the different pains surge through me. Why do people need pins? this hurts more. Life hurts more. Life brings me to live. Everytime i think my nightmare is over i have to go back to sleep..once again
This dream like reality infecting my life, tearing holes in my sanity through which my nightmare's monsters pass. These demons i call friends beckon me closer as i sit rocking, huddled in my corner, my back against the wall so nothing cansneak up on me. Not even these demons, tricky as they may be.
I'm frightened of those familiar faces and their shrill calls send chills down my spine, cauding me to dig my mauled finger nails into my own pale flesh. I scream at them to leave me be, but that only urges their pursuits to draw out my soul which i have hidden so well. I must keep it safe from this pain.
To ward them off i must stay awake, awake in this false reality known only to me. A reality where nothing is real because there is nothing. Only a sleeping version of myself crying in the blackness with my knees clutched to my chest. A sleeping girl who knows her nightmares will be waiting, starring her in the face if she ever dares open her eyes. A tear stained girl who knows these are the only dreams that come true.... "