Stories of grief and internal destruction. The lights flicker and sometimes you can catch a glimpse of who you used to be. The question is, are you afraid of what you've become, or are you relieved you don't have much farther to go to destroy yourself?

A lot of these poems might seem unrelated, and truth be told, I don't know if they are or not. All I know is that I've got a lot of issues, and this seems to be the best way to wok through them. Even though it might not fix anything, guess what. I'm still trying.