at night i lye, soundless asleep, silently dreaming in a slumber of weep, no dreams, no fluffly white clouds, no peace nor serenity, just scilence, cold dark depressing scielence, if not scielence night mares, dreadfull, nasty, unexpilicable, horrable night mares, for others, dreams exist, i stopped having dreams when i turned 8 and a half, i hate scilence but i cant stand the noise, the noise of thoughts filling, no consuming my mind, my head feels so numb, i get lost in a motion of dizzynes, i cant save me, i cant be saved.