I wish I had a simpler answer to this, a problem buried under years of rust and regret and now that the water's wrapped around my my chest, I'm barely staying afloat. I'm sinking like a wreck. Who is that boy I see staring back in the mirror? I've forgotten his name. I can feel his pain. I can see the flames. But no one can ever hear him scream. It's always easier to try and find a way out, to leave it all behind and hope the world disappears every time I close my eyes. But it's always still there in my nightmares. And though my friends and family are always here being left alone is still my greatest fear. And at times I still wonder if I will ever leave and disconnect from the world that's been haunting me. I think I've lost myself on this walk through Hell.