the day is coming

I am lost in a world that doesn't exist. Everything feels fake, even my own skin. I'm trapped in a never-ending nightmare from which I cannot wake up. The voices in my head scream louder than the silence outside. They tell me I'm worthless, that I deserve to suffer. I'm afraid of my own shadow, afraid of the darkness within me. I long for peace, for a moment of tranquility, but it eludes me like a mirage. I'm alone, so utterly alone, with no one to turn to. My mind is a maze, and I'm stuck in an endless loop of fear and despair.

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