My Chest Is Tight With Agony
i cant seem to do anything right. i know its my fault. but it feels instead like the world conspires to trip and stab at me. i realize how foolish this is, but i see them all around, grabbing and snatching and pulling and pinching. i wail silently at night into my pillow, wishing for escape. somehow the world has won and i am alone in the dark, the loud quiet consuming my sanity.