emotional

My dreams are my shadows Always following me, always wanting my attention An attention to detail trying to derail the train of man made butchery As I breathe in and out I feel a stalker about Although in my head I still feel fresh blood on my hands siren's whisper false hymns wanting me to...

I myself just become scared and nervous so I never say my opinions. (social anx) I want to get more involved in things on here and outside, but I find it tough.