First you stop feeling
Then you start seeing things
Things that aren’t there
Things that make you jump
Not necessarily frightening things
Just startling
These are not the ramblings of a mad man
Merely the thoughts of someone who has problems to deal with
Buried deep within the carefree exterior
Are issues hidden away so far and driven down so deep
They seem to be lost forever
My actions, thoughts, and feelings the only evidence of their existence
Will I die without ever dealing with them?
Will they be the cause of my death?
Will it be at my own hands?
