Are all they are. Meaningless. Pointless. But they feel strong. Impact more than they should. Make you curl in on yourself. Emotionally compromised and insecure in the darkness. You cry to yourself. Will yourself to not feel. Feel nothing.. If you feel nothing, then you are better than these silly moments.
Foolish
Damn. Damn. Damn. Why can I not let it be?
Every Year
every year I delude myself...
Pain
We are not strangers. We have danced too many times in the past to different tunes.
Breathing
The air is thick. My heart beats slower and slower every moment. Laying down, looking up, I have nothing to see. There is no future. There is no end. I can not inhale this poison any longer. Why? Why? Why? I just find no reason. There is nothing left.
Chandy Grace 