I am taken but i’m alone.
I am here but I am dead.
I am blessed with these senses but I am deaf, blind, and mute.
I am awake but I am sleeping.
A constant nightmare awaits when I open that fridge door. A constant reminder of what I am. What i’ll always be.
Will I be stuck in limbo forever?
Will I forever have to be strapped down next to a toilet or bed to suffice for a night?
Will I forever be hollow and unpleasant when I walk around with these smiles backed up with nothing to bare but the constant fear of changing?
Will I ever get help?
Tell me something.
You the reader, the intriguer, the wonderer, could you give up on something that you turned to, looked up to, aimed to be for so long? Just like that? In a snap of a finger, end it ALL? No, none of us can. We look for ways to please ourselves, but it never lasts. Things go great and things go terrible. As if a TRUCK HIT YOUR LIFELESS BODY!
I am the broken one out of all you wanderers. I am the piece to the puzzle that CANT fit in NO MATTER WHAT I TRY. I am the burden that you carry on your back and call stress mixed with an abomination, concocted by diseases that PEOPLE DONT EVEN BELIEVE EXIST.
They do my friend.
Because tomorrow for you is a new beginning, but tomorrow for me is just another suicide.