Here is some imagry for how I've been feeling. Don't understand it? I'm not explaining it...

Yesterday-

I have a fear of what may come to me in my sleep. What is this that comes to me in reality? It seems to be life. Why is it that I cannot go through the halls without anyone speaking such horrible, untruthful things of me? Why is it that I cannot open my mouth to hear my voice scream? My voice is shattered by the laughter. The blur of these voices surrounds me, driving me to the brink of insanity before I slowly slip back half a step. I can taste the hatred for them on my tongue. The foul taste makes me gag. I can feel my blood rushing hot as I pull myself from them. Each beat of my heart pushes boiling liquid through my veins. You're not supposed to care, you're not supposed to let them get to you I keep telling myself...

Today -

The voices slowly slip from my ears. Peace. For a moment. I have found -some- peace. Quietly, whispers at first, the voices come. Not as loud this time, but still, I can hear them. The taste is not so bitter. I can aquire this taste.  Taste it enough, and you will soon enjoy it, I have been told. The foul flavour lingers, gets stronger and receeds once more.  A lick of the lips and the taste is all but gone. My eyes close and I hope it was a dream. As my eyes slit open once more, the taste floods my mouth. That vile flavour engulfs me. My blood runs hot a moment. Ice cold again. A breath escapes my lips. I cannot breathe. My breath is held out of my lungs as I fight for breath. Finally, it slips back in and I feel that peace rush over me once more...

Tommorrow -

I will lay in the dark, hoping that someone will notice I'm gone. Will they care that my breath has been taken from me? Care that my head is over taken by their screams, or that I am doomed to taste this bile on my tongue for a lifetime? Or, will they come to my side? Will they help to ward off the screams? Will the scream louder and pull me from this nightmare? I can see the shadow. I can feel the presence. But, I cannot touch it, I cannot touch you. Why do you pull so far from me as I get so close to you? Can't you see that I'm hurting?! Can't you see that I need you?! Again, the shadow pulls, the taste is just as vile, and the blood is just as hot...