This seems to be one of my specialities, over thinking, over analysing things, thinking about the worst possible scenario before it’s even happened. It’s an awful habit and a hard one to overcome, you doubt yourself so much, put yourself down and tell yourself your not worth it, but in reality, you are worth it, you’re worth every second and you deserve every thing you’re given as much as the next person. If you receive something good, take it! Don’t ask questions and don’t let it slip out of your hands, this life doesn’t last forever, so get up and stop wasting your time on thinking and start doing, because it’s such a great feeling to do something and get a reward out of it rather than sat wondering, thinking, hoping and wishing for it to get better, it’s your life. It’s your choice…

I’m locked, stuck in this confined space, lost, confused and alone, away from the world. I pry at the locks trying to make my way out, it’s no use. I lean back, the cold metal sinking into my skin. I close my eyes and begin to wander, my brain trails off into another place. I open my eyes, I’m in a white room. The walls, the floor, all white it’s like I’m in a little box, there is no way out of here either, no door signalling to freedom, no window letting in outside life, nothing. A cold air fills the room and I look forward, images begin flashing past me like an old movie, my memories begin to play. It shows me my past, how carefree and joyful it was, no care, no troubles total peace. The smell of fresh grass fill my nose as the images show myself playing in a field with younger siblings, laughing, our eyes filled with a little spark; true joy. Something I haven’t experienced in a long time. The scene quickly changes again, this time it’s at a kitchen, eating, a new spell lingers into my nostrils, the smell of chicken, warm food and love. Happy faces around the table, joking and laughing. My life is sped up as I watch and reminice at my past and with a blink I find myself back in a cold place. Locked and watching the world pass me by. Day by day, minute my minute, second by second, I watch the hands of time turn, the days turn into nights, weeks, and months. I find myself stuck in this place, I can’t get out, I pry at the gates once again no use. I’m stuck, bad, cold memories fill my mind, take over my thoughts. I’m back to the begining, like a caged bird, a prisoner in my own mind…