Hold my mouth to hold in a scream

[farbeyondcaring]

Thirty Seven was the hour when I broke my will.
It was the hour when truth became a lie.
It was the hour I loathed.
The hour I suffered.
The hour I wondered if there was a person under this mask of departure.

I doubt it, I really do.
I'm drowning
I'm sedate.
I'm an advocate of turmoil.