You know the worst part in being alone and having mental health issues is that those dreams that used to be so good and so warm can someday be your biggest nightmare that plays everyday in your head and every time you close yours eyes your back in that nightmare wishing it was true because if it was, would be your twisted happiness, except at least you’ve felt something than rather in reality were you live every single day in misery despite living a pretty comfortable life, that is the worst part, I live with my own demons, I can’t fight them I’m not strong enough, the best I can do now is hope the drugs I use to suppress them will outlive them in time to save myself from this abysmal rage that grows in my heart. To whoever took the time to read this  made my day and I hope you have an even better one.