They ask me why I go through my day with sadness etched into my features. They ask me why Im so disconnected from others. They ask me why I don't sleep. And I give them the answer everyone wants to hear. I'm fine. But I wanna scream the truth at the top of my lungs till I'm blue in the face, till my body gives put and I collapse with a thud to the ground. I'm not okay. I don't know if I'm awake or asleep becauset nightmares never leave me when I closey eyes they haunte and when I open them they become more of my reality. I don't know how to tell them apart anymore and that scares me. I used to have a grip on my reality but my hand was snatched away. So now I'm stuck. Stuck in my never ending nightmare