The Time Everything Changed

KEYCHAINS

"As the door closes, the keychain dangles from the keyhole."

The background music is playing and disturbing any train of thought from occurring.

The light flickers as I grow sicker and weaker.

A box of blades sits beside me on the tabletop, but I pretend it's not there.

Counting stars, one, two, three, four... until there's nothing left to count in sight.

What should I do next? I'm not sure, but I'll figure it out somehow.

I'm desperately putting on lip balm, hoping it will work miracles on my chapped lips. My heart sinks as I realize that it won't do much good. I spray perfume on myself, hoping it will mask the smell of the cigarette I had smoked earlier, but deep down, I know it will only make it worse. The guilt and shame of my actions weigh me down, but I keep on trying to hide it, hoping that somehow it will all go away.

My bed is calling out to me, and I can feel its warmth and comfort pulling me in. But I can't give in to its embrace just yet. I made a promise to someone to stay up all night, and I intend to keep it. Still, it's hard to resist the temptation to just lay my head down and drift off into peaceful slumber.

My hair desperately needs sorting and touching up, but I just don't have the strength to do it. It's as if it's crying out for help, but I can't seem to muster the energy. The thought of it only adds to my sadness.