I hate that I can't feel any sort of normal compassion. My insanity is just taking over.
You and writing used to keep me on track, but now I've got nothing. I don't have anything or anyone to fight for anymore. Why do I even need to try?
Standing on the edge of my building made me think.
Should I just jump? I looked up at the sky and freed my thoughts. I'll really miss watching the vast blue above our heads. And I'll miss the calming thunderstorms.
YOU ARE READING
Darkness reprieve
Non-FictionFor some reason- and I don't know why- I don't care what I become.
