The real you isn't the fake camaraderie, the smile you give, the node of the head. The real you isn't the one who sees the good in people. The real you isn't what everyone things. Behind the glass is...
Suffocation is setting in, my lungs are collapsing and all I can see is darkness. I can't breathe, shit, where am I? Who am I? What am I doing here. I grope around, trying to find something. My hand h...