it's tripping me down, locked in a cage.

i am trapped in a haze. 
wondering how i'm back here now; this is one of the darkest depths of my mind i have even known.


my mind, my body- everything about me feels like it has gone on strike.i am not living. 
i feel like an outsider in my own mind; in my house; in life.
it's like i keep getting up & then tripping further.




i'm an outsider, standing on the lonely ground.

cause i can't find a way, of feeling safe.

the awkward moment when you start shitting, & spitting blood.


haha. lovin' life.












i need to be back at uni now, portsmouth is draining me.