my world

lost in conscious thoughts at all times melanchony a mood breeding despair entraped in a minefield of self-doubt and disbelief immobility threatens each step towards the future furious at lack of reason for the emotional battle and yet again donning amour for that never ending battle with oneself the cries, the tears, the harsh words are uttered the bleeding wounds no chance to heal imprisonment inflicted for the slightest wrong of self the eternal runabout in one's own shell....