So I'm lying here... In this sunken hollow bed. Thinking about youth and when it dies... I've always wanted to grow up. I always wanted to be independent and free.. All childhood misconceptions. I don't know when my depression started but I think it's always been a part of me.... I have too many questions that cloud my judgement, how can someone live in a world where were all afraid and running from the inevitable.. We're born dying.. What kind of torture is that? Why do we sit here... Acting like this is normal.. Think about it.... Why are you here? What will you do in your life which will have the power to change every living thing and take away this premonition. I'm lying here not just questioning the world im questioning myself...