Down
Down
Down.
I can feel myself falling. Back into the emotionally abusive arms of my mother because I have nowhere else to go.
Down
Down
Down.
I float, into the boring grey cushions of the bland grey couch. It's almost as if the couch is absorbing me.
I sleep.
But only just barely enough to escape the pain.
Down
Down
Down,
I drift, into the empty cracks of every little empty space of the room around me.
I can't breathe.
