Lately. I might be spending too much time with myself; I am a bad influence and I never seek help.

We got this’ I told her; don’t worry it’ll get better. Nobody cares anyway so why bother.

You’ll be doing yourself a favor if you throw all this weight over your own shoulder.

You are strong, remember?

But I don’t want that’ I told her; shit I am tired, I need to be taken care of.

I don’t know how long I can go; I yelled...‘somebody come get her

And we fell into a...

Now I am stuck there and I can’t seem to find my way out.

Living in my head was better. There I had a door; I could open it whenever.

Now all I have is a window; the rays of the sun get brighter and the windowpane gets narrower.

A little rain would be better. I am a pluviophile, remember?

Maybe then my pain would be washed away.

But I’ve got faith. Where there is a will there is a way.

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