I'm afraid if I go crazy this time, it will be for good.
Life just keeps proving it can get worse in all of the most nightmarish ways. I'm scared to smile at strangers, thank God for the men that won't let me walk alone at night. I don't turn on the TV and I only check my email, hoping to see my oldest brother is happy and alive. I've lost compassion and I don't ask how anyone is holding up, because I'm certain we're all falling apart. I wonder if this will change, if I'm just stuck in a crowd that stomps through the same gutter. Is this the case everywhere? Should I move to Canada, marry a man with money, make my own? I just want to feel safe enough to fall asleep without passing out.
[I want to stay the night, just to prove we're the same.]
[I want to stay the night, just to prove we're the same.]