Sometimes I close my eyes and I see a clear blue sky with cotton candy clouds floating lazily, all fluffy and cute. Those were the good days. I too, have my bad days. On those days, I see storms break inside of me, as if all of my insides were jumbled up, all torn and a wreck. Those were the bad days. Sometimes, I feel nothing. I see nothing I hear nothing. Eyes wide open but everything's a blur. The faces I see I cannot recognise everyone looks the same. Those days were the worst. I lost the only thing I can still call mine. Me.