I hear a voice in my brain clawing at my head from the inside, screaming, yelling broken! Monster! Pathetic!
its hard to breathe when air feels like water.
When your shaking because there's a Monstrous version of yourself inside of you.
No place to hide as I bide my time till I can breathe again. And yet I still find ways to cough and scream.
I hear whispers saying there's no end, it's useless so just bend. This is how I feel, this is what I say when the monsters in the head and chest won't go away, instead of flying I'm pinned down, not knowing why or how. It's sad I know. But life is to.