So I don’t know.
It’s really that simple.
I don’t think people know how hard it is to feel trapped in your own body; watching it do things you never would want it to do.
Harder yet is making decisions that you don’t want to make but you know are the right ones; no matter how much pain they cause.
Then having to live with the fall out.
And everyone thinks your a dick.
Because your not aloud to explain yourself to the one person who used to get you.
The one person who saw the demons.
The black wolf.
The dark passenger.
And now their gone, you don’t know if you can control him anymore.
"And as the clock strikes…
The monsters came out to play”