i sat, staring at the blank wall.
i wasn't sure who i was more angry with, the world, or myself.
i blamed myself for everything.
everything that was going on in reality, everything that was going on in my head.
i sat there with a burning pain in my chest.
feeling as though i was lying on a bed of nails, with knives being stabbed into my stomach, my heart being crushed into dust.
i wanted to cry, but i felt no tears.
i wanted to scream, but i heard no sound.
i wanted to talk to someone but no one cared.
no one cared enough.
i didn't tell anyone because i wasn't worth their time.
i couldn't take the pain. i couldn't take any of it.
my head was hurting, there was a sharp pain in my stomach, the burning in my chest, the stinging that i felt in my heart.
i needed to distract myself from the pain.
