I do not know what it is,
I cannot explain how it makes me feel,
or what it wants from me.
It is just there.
It lives while i barely exist.
It cloths me in darkness,
hiding me from the light,
With no room to breath.
Locked away while I watch it get stronger.
It has stolen my joy and memory,
making me feel uncomfortable in my own skin.
I hear it laugh as it torments me,
and loudly calling me nothing.