I Battle Depression

When I finally escape the prison I've created inside myself I realise what I've missed. Time slips away so quickly, its absolute insanity. One moment I'm celebrating a holiday the next I'm waking up and months have passed. Not knowing where I've been what ive been doing. Who I have met or had conversation with. Then I close my eyes and remember glimpses of my life and ache and long for the madness to end. I realise it only takes a spit second of no control and it would be the end for me. I've created this prison to contain myself and all of those who make up ME. But this prison can only last so long until the bars start to break. Just writing about this makes me feel insane. I must be really mad. This prison where reality is what I create and the world around me bends to fit my pleasures. I start to think I control the world but then I do know its only my delusions I'm controlling. But these are easier to swallow then the reality I am surrounded by.