Head is hurting, stomach is turning.
Trying to find a way to move, but all I can do is sit still.
A place that I do not know, but it is starting to know me.
Moving in circles, but always end up in a different spot.
This is something that has become my norm.
A time when everything seemed bright, has turned to a time of grief and sadness.
I count the days where my heart stop moving.
The days when my dreams start becoming less real.
The time when I start to realize that this is my life.
The one I did not want, but somehow the one that I chose.
Misconception 