Whats wrong with me and what does this mean!?!?




im 14. Im really messed up if you read my other questions. I have chronic depression, stress, anxiety, social anxiety, A.D.D, im emetephobic,Pteromerhanophobic, i have hallucinations, i have death vision, panic attacks, neurosis & etc. ( the list goes well beyond this). Anyway ever since i was a little kid I’ve always had hallucinations but never really had a second though about them.There usually dark figures who are all black and have no faces. They have been happening more frecquently through the years and now its gotten to the point were i see them everyday. Well last night was what freaked me out the most..I was going into my parents room to get my ipod when all of the sudden i heard the sound of windchimes in the house. My room has the only windchimes in the house ( long story) but anyway all my windows were closed in my room and all through the house. So i got curious and went to investigate my room. When i finally came to the door i saw a black figure in my room leaning over my bed starring at me. it started to get up and walk towards me, so i swiftly walked away into my parents room. I started shaking for about 6 minutes. What does this mean? ( and no i dont take drugs or drink or anything)




What are your reflections on my poem?




I want brutal honesty. Tear this poem down to the bone. Here it is:

"Forlorn echoes from the passed"

old yellow god
the sad idol
an emblem of man’s massive ambition
on his throne of sorrow and sand.

he prays for death
amidst the sound of windchimes
amidst dust and foregone conclusions.

like a vase of dynastic China
shrine: beheld by no mortals
light from nightmares passes through the vale.

sad clouds crawl across the sky.







I would like to add the sound of windchimes but haven’t figured out how to save the sound. And if I can save the sound, how do I apply it to my messenger settings so I will know when someone tries to contact me.




What are some of the things you enjoy most in life?




I like the sound of rain, and the scent of the earth and water mingling together after a big storm. The sound of windchimes in a gentle breeze, and the lonesome song of a whooperwill. I think I miss these things most about the country.