Some days, I feel empty.
Some days, I feel sad.
Some days, I hate myself.
Some days, I regret for being an idiot.
Some days, I make people cry.
Some days, I have a big lump in my throat, I am close to cry.
Some days, I have a lump in my stomach, I feel worried.
Some days, When I'm sad, I just want to disappear.
Some days, I want to escape from my biggest prison, myself.

When I'm being a part of "some days". the only thing I want to do is to fly, fly far far away, to a land that doesn't exist in the real dark world, A place I can go to.Don't think about anything. Just be. Just live.
I often dream about a place, that doesn't gives me anxiety. That place wouldn't call me a fool, an idiot. That place will find me peace and give me happiness and love.

The real question is, Could I ever go there?  No, I can't. Because I'm stuck. Stuck in the darkest room in the hole planet. And I feel alone.