The branch

I feel like im going to die, or even worse become insane

Im becoming insane, this time

And there is no way out, it cant be blocked
Slapped and kicked on in a dark room with a measurement drawn on the wall.

My breath shortens as I start to shake
I want a salvation, a sanctuary

It never matters how much i try to make the world stop spinning by laying on the bathroom floor, attempting to make my thoughts freeze as the cold tile against my side

Most things scares me to tell the truth

Sometimes when I hear the wind blowing through the chimney, I can still hear a scream.
Like a child I lay paralized by my own imagination.

I wish that I could just fall asleep.