i can't help but feel completely alone.
i try so hard and nothing in return.
so i'll take my punishment, here with my
fingers frozen - ready to fall off.
the silence is overwhelming and i've never
been more eager for unwanted confrontation.
i have officially developed extreme paranoia.
overreaction is common and i'm no stranger
to subconsciencely pissing everyone off.
i wish i could lock myself up on the inside so
that there wouldn't be anything to tear at.
echos of the water falling on the floor of the shower.
echos of conversations beneath my floor in my bed.
this is what i'll know for right now.
it could be back to normal by tomorrow, but one person
can never be certain.
happiness is consequently overrated.
i'm starting to think that these things are not worth fighting over,
and you might as well accept your defeat now.
even breathing is a chore.
this is not how i had previously planned things.