Living in a world where seeing is believing. Yet believing was just dreaming with my demons. Looking at my myself in the mirror, my face full of disgrace and it didn’t make my eyes any clearer. Sometimes you got to realize, you can’t this by yourself, sometimes it’s good to know that you just need help. Sometimes you see yourself and you wonder where things went wrong. Being around poker faces and chasing delusions & using up the things you’ve won. When your life is so much in need, desperation kicks in. Sometimes you are stuck inbetween better to be alone or to find a friend again. Being honest breaking open the floodgates of your past, what seems to outlast your future, since the last time your never recovered. Damages, don’t make life very fun. You’re just hoping, a door will open and that would be the last one.