Nightmares I'm huddled in a corner. Tears are runing down my face. My eyes are red and puffy. My hands are on my head. There are visons of night mares dancing throw my head. They make me dream of such vile things. Of pain and torment. Death and decay. "Make it all stop", is what I want to say. But, I can't say it I can only scream it in my head. On the outside I look frail and pathetic. On the the Inside there is a battle raging. It never seases to end. I act on what my moods tell me to do. There is no thinking. There is only making it throw the day. Each and every day. I'm huddled in a corner.Wishing I could explane everying thing.The room is dark and bleak. My body starts shaking as I try to regain control. Instead I slip into the obys. My mind becomes numb. I do as I'm told. My body takes control. My moods tell me what to do and I obey so that I don't have to realy be here. by stupidgurlbb