The girl

My own world revolves around me and I have no means to stop it, alone and scared I search through my own mind to find the answers.

My skin itchy and mind completely filled with a fog that never seems to part as I search for my own self.

Maybe it is the vision that keep me up at night or the constant reminder that I have no idea who I am or was?

Maybe it is the mystery behind closed door or the sounds that filter through my mind that will not let me remember?

Blood splattered and and sickly thoughts.

Maybe it is just me?