I spend my waking hours asleep, dreaming of something better. Something better than the stasis in which I live.
A place where I don’t fantasize about clawing at my own skin just to see a bit red blood in my colorless existence.
Where I don’t want to scream till I lose my voice just to hear a sound in this silent void.
From sun up till sun down I live in this abyss where nobody hears or sees me.
I’m only alive when I’m asleep.