Oh, god, why to pills have this strange attraction?
Being alone is the worst sensation,
Even waiting for stupid things to come to pass is better,
Then I'm irritated,
Not deadly,
Pissed,
Not depressed.

And I feel it in my chest,
Creeping, crawling, seeping around,
Following gravity,
It makes my legs heavy,
Too lethargic to bother,
I cease to move,
It defies gravity,
And crawls into my arms,
Making it hard to type,
Then,
Its final feat,
Is to consume my head,
Suddenly I'm full of nightmares.
Panic
Running
Screaming
Exhaustion,
Rest,
Repeat.
It doesn't get better.
It won't go away.
And I'm screaming behind my eyelids
Every time I'm alone,
When I lay my head down,
All I want to do it get back up
Or never get up again.

Ow.
I'm sorry.
*two tears*