Creativity gone out the window. The world is sprially out of control. The big bang is about to happen again. Pressure is weighing me down. The yelling is getting louder and hard to block out. The stero can only go so high. The door will only slam so many times til it breaks. The tears will fall til there nothing left. I will open my eyes and pretend it's alright. I will greet the door with my smile, but the hurt is on the inside. My laziness is getting the better of me, I just want to lie down and sleep off. But it's still there when I wake up. It won't go away, it's always there, no matter what.