I feel like a shell, a ghost. The person I am is one that is struggling to feel like anything. The comfort of my mind is no longer comfortable. Do I belong here?

Light surrounds me and shadows drown me. My mind is an amalgamation of what haunts me. I don't feel safe. I barely feel alive.

If I could put you into a coherent thought I would take the mess of my mind and shape you, create you and recreate you until you're able to speak on your own. What would you say?