Freakchylde's

Sometimes, I feel like I’m losing control. Feeling it slip away from me like it’s being pulled, quickly, out of my hands. My tiring grasp, making a last ditch effort to hold tight, that, which is mine. However, its inevitable failure looming on the horizon of my thoughts. Locked away, is where I’m going, behind the wall of myself. It’s the only safety I have, and the only one I can afford myself. Trust is nowhere but me, silence, my only option.