A dream to you and others, is something relaxing and magic. Anything can happen in dreams and the possibilities are endless. On the other hand nightmares are something else. Filled with the sorrow of the days gone and the darkest of fears of the person they haunt. But you can always wake from your nightmares and will always wake from your dreams. You will always be brought back to the cruel but yet comforting sense or reality. You have the feeling of relief after waking up from the most terrifying nightmare of your life and will always have the sense of reality by your side once awake. Whereas with me I can not escape my never ending nightmare, something which I would give my first born son to get out of. Fore I can not tell the difference between that of reality and my mind, The two are one of the same to me. I truly can never escape this crushing sense of entrapment. It's suffocating me to the point of cutting my circulation off. As I mentioned before your nightmares are filled with your worst fear, but what happens when your worst fear is yourself? Does that mean I appear in my dreams? What do you do when you see your worst fear take the form of something more gruesome than any murder scene and you see it everywhere? Nothing is the answer as nothing can be done. Sure the pills do help in some aspects but these are mere placebos, comforting me and other sufferers and giving us the fake hope of help. They are a lifeline used to try and protect us, but I see past this sheet of deception and see the truth. The truth that we are doomed to forever wander in a reality which is mixed with a feverish nightmare. Forever wandering that thin border crossing it often. I know there is no real hope for me, but maybe there is more hope for others on the future. But I have little hope of that ever happening. Fore how can you sort and treat something that is all in your mind? Those that refuse to give up the fight and struggle will crash just like I did. They will Give up battling their demons and come crashing down, breaking hearts and souls on the way. There is no hope for me. There is no future for me. There Is only pain and suffering mixed with the harshness of never ending nightmare from which there is no awakening. My angel has gone and now only me and the demon remain. But in are last battle in which I know I will be slaughtered I will not go down without a fight. I bare the scars of the past battles with pride and shame, but it was just preparation for the final battle between me and her. The demon from my nightmares.