A little uncomfortable
When nighttime comes,I often wonder where do these hours disappear to.In my bedroom I'm surrounded by countless books,.I'm into autobiographies at the moment,so why not Johnny Cash.People find it very strange,that I like him,his music,since I'm protrayed as a Goth.I can't help that I find it easier to be in a graveyard,than around people.Trust me theres a lot of people you would rather not be around.anyway I like Johnny Cash.I seem to be drawn to lost souls,Che,Marilyn,Kurt,Johnny,all of them fighting for something.
It seems life is a struggle,a game.I fight with myself in the morning,to get up face the world,and try and hold it together again for another day.My OCD,plays up now and again,which sometimes makes things more difficult.I've learnt to balance myself out a bit,without psycharitic help,something that I am proud of.Yet I'm forever cautious,as I remenber the bad times so clearly.Its so easy to spiral and before I know it I'm a nut job.My minds filled with boxes,I've hidden the keys for most of them,but in reality,opening them again is so easy..
Nightmares are coming back,I try not to analize them so much,as they make me seem so insecure.I'd rather not dream.I hear my daughter calling me in her sleep,I wonder is she plagued with these nightmares as well.I only hope that the love that I have shown is enough,for my kids to get through the craziness of this world.
It seems life is a struggle,a game.I fight with myself in the morning,to get up face the world,and try and hold it together again for another day.My OCD,plays up now and again,which sometimes makes things more difficult.I've learnt to balance myself out a bit,without psycharitic help,something that I am proud of.Yet I'm forever cautious,as I remenber the bad times so clearly.Its so easy to spiral and before I know it I'm a nut job.My minds filled with boxes,I've hidden the keys for most of them,but in reality,opening them again is so easy..
Nightmares are coming back,I try not to analize them so much,as they make me seem so insecure.I'd rather not dream.I hear my daughter calling me in her sleep,I wonder is she plagued with these nightmares as well.I only hope that the love that I have shown is enough,for my kids to get through the craziness of this world.