When all you know is pain, Happiness feels like insanity. The things that use to thrill me now terrify me. No matter what I do my chemical imbalance over rules. How do you remember to sharpen your tools when you can't seem to remember much of anything. Stay in never-land long enough and nothing will matter eventually. you know that feeling like you finally know why the caged bird sings? you finally see who you use to be but the trouble is, who you use to be is still who you are now yet after all this time you can't seem to acknowledge who you are presently. Rather drown in the deepest ocean than cause a commotion with your cries of help that echo in your mind from all the times you were silent. The fear of being on stand by.