The environment which I considered safe has turned inhospitable.

The four impenetrable walls that I used to keep the outside world from getting in, now won’t let me get out.

The duvet offers little protection to my flayed skin, yet I recoil deeper into the bedding, deeper into myself, my own psyche.

Endless drifting through swirling black waters has left my mind exhausted.

I am so tired.

I can’t trust myself anymore.

But who else do I have to listen to other than the voices inside my head?