Deep asleep a voice calls my name. Eyes wide awake, nothing but pitch black. Insecurities. Insecurities are yelled out but are never heard. The love of fiction seems to fade. All life sets off on alarm . Fingers pushed to the back of these eye sockets, fingers pushed to the back of these eye sockets. Lack of sleep isn't very motivating . Mindless to the world , heartless for another day. Lifeless in my surroundings, breathless in this box. I am stuck. Important books are never read but skipped. Life reflects through burst of scratches. Depression reveals all expressions, depression reveals all the expressions. Heaving. Loathing. Too bad we're fucked. Depression reveals all expressions. A distance of walking can only be resolved with just one step . Heaving, heaving, heaving, heaving. Loathing, loathing, loathing, loathing. A prisoner incapable , to this world. You're calling out a nameless name. Cutting the fingers of intellect. You're deceiving beauty lures me in. You're fucking cruel. Depression calling your face out. I am in need of saving.