"Because nothing sucks worse than feeling alone, no matter how many people are around"
It grows in the nervous pit of your stomach, scaring away the butterflies and trampling over the knots you may have conceived it with, then slithers up your spine to your heart where it festers and feasts on sorrow, sadness and doubt, then in finally crawls up the brain stem leaving a lump in your throat and entering your brain, scratching at the inside of your skull and destroying your mind, stopping you in your tracks, seizing you in thought, using the claws of the past to stop you in the present and fill your future with scars, if it decides to let you have a future. Do you stop it with the right words entering the ear canal? With the proper dosage in your bloodstream? Do you sleep it off and hope it dies in your slumber? Drown it with alcohol? Maybe even a single injection of a lead pill, 9mm wide, from a pistol shaped syringe?
I really shouldn't be up at 5:30 in the morning.
I really shouldn't be up at 5:30 in the morning.