Fear.

So what is fear?

You're laying on your bed, looking at the wall, barely feeling your body, your mind is burning, your chest is hitting your skin, You are feeling some kind of bubbles in your throat. This is where the story begins. Why here you might ask? Well, its the outcome of the events that always destroys us and leaves the scars that cut us in the future, making us disabled to see things differently, afraid to be hurt, crushed.

The ability to feel everything, is a blessing and a curse. To feel mercy, to find beauty in every evil, bad person. To justify their actions. To always feel insecure about everything. To help that old woman to pass the street so you don't feel anxious. To comfort every friend that left you, or distrusts you. To be the ''stone'' for leaning on for everyone, and ignore your own feelings. But at the end of the day you still want someone to ask you: how are you? And if they do, you'd still say something good, although you don't feel that way, just to not get that person to pity you or worry. Because you care, a little bit too much for everyone. Being impulsive and being weird. Every life event to suck you dry. To sit alone at night with million thoughts in your head. Starring in the mirror in a person you don't recognize. If we could see our souls in the mirrors, the world would be a much uglier place, a horror movie. You wake up everyday and hope to live another day without those thoughts taking over you. Live another day without feeling guilty for every stupid thing. Wanting to be numb and heartless. But you aren't and you carry on. You keep on running in your own war.