No exit

There´s a storm outside.
If I leave the house I´ll get lost.
If I stay I´ll get haunted by fearful thoughts.
I´ll lose a part of myself any way.
Why to bother to look for the right answer.
There´s no good solutions anyway.

There´s the reality and there´s nightmare.
I can´t run. My legs are sour.
I still keep on fighting against it.
In the end I fall. My head starts bleeding.
I wish I didn´t try to face the reality at all.