Shallow breaths. Hard gulps. 

Trying to keep the daemons at bay. 

I can't move in the darkness but tears stream down my face. I can hear my own heart beating. I can hear my heart breaking. 

Can I be stronger than I feel? Can I stand and scream at the world in unrelenting anger? 

I can't turn back time but I can mold my own future. 

I just can get a hold of my dreams anymore. I've buried them too deep. 

What have I become?