Lost Part 2

Inside him he can feel flurries of powerful fury and curiosity that come and go in a hurry, bringing to life short lived waves of bravery, then supressed by depression, owner of mental slavery. Paired with anxiety he's a panic attack liability, retracted social skills detach him from society, to get by he hides his mind in shadows of a cave, waiting and hoping one day they'll come and save. Scared but angry with past ways that he's behaved, people in his life benefitted from attention he gave, time was spent on selfless actions and never returned, forgotten through distractions, those bridges burned. People only ever watch out for their own backs, a selfish key attribute to survival but a fact. You can't hate people because of how they act, suddenly there's a light shining out of the black. This revelation makes timid a little of his frightened, only he can save himself with a fight to the end, be brave in life by turning the unsighted bend, knowing only on himself can he truly depend. Sometimes all you can do is hide, sometimes it's the only way to survive, sometimes feelings rise up inside, when they do it's time to fight, keep them alive. At present a blank page starting fresh like a child trying to climb back up this bottomless spiral, a need to learn quickly, he's adapted to the wild, facing a fairytale comeback to be done in style. But he's been sat in hiding for oh so long, and he has been getting decisions wrong, he knows now that he needs to be strong, there is no time to waste, no time to mong. He can't change the fact he didn't act sooner, but he's not prepared to be depressions prisoner, freedom a distance even for a strong warrior, get it wrong now and it's a trip to the coroner.