The mood stabilizer I took earlier this evening:
If it's doing anything at all, it's making me worse.
That mini sandwich I just mentioned:
Down the toilet accompanied by acidic stomach bits and esophagus blood.
I bend over and my sins sink out of me.
I just might hit the peak of death before anything in my life changes.
I'm scared.
For myself and everyone I might hurt...
I'm dying.
I'm sure of it.
There's no escape....
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