Waking from my coma, Walking out of my dream, Living in my nightmare, Needing just to scream. My skin becomes a cage. A cage that's far too tight. I want to rip it off. I fight with all my might. The pressure always building, I feel as though I'll pop. I hate this constant feeling. Why does it never stop? I crave to give in fast. This is all I ever seek. I know that I can not. No wonder my outlook is bleak. My body takes...