It just feels like I might suddenly rip open my skin and watch colors that are not red run out of my arms. I might just reach over and grab three handfuls of pills I don't know the name to and feel the the way they coat my tongue and scratch my throat. I might grab a bottle of something I found in the liquor store and drink it until I can't see straight or until I can't tell up from down, right from left. I could just lay in the middle of the road for hours and not think about a thing. I could jump into the ocean and swim until my muscles screamed for me to stop. I could just stay in my room for days and not do a single thing. It wouldn't matter. Nothing matters anymore without you by my side. I might as well just rip open my skin and watch colors that are not red run out of my arms until my breathing gets shallow and my heart doesn't want to beat anymore. It wouldn't matter. Nothing matters anymore.
