It Is An Awful Thing To Be

It’s As Simple As That. Simple And Complicated, As Most True Things Are.

I Close My Eyes. And I Scream. If My Whole World Is Crashing Down Around Me, Then I Am Going To Make The Sound Of The Crashing. I Want To Scream Until All My Bones Break.

Some Days Are Like This. And The Only Way To Get Through Them Is To Remember That They Are Only One Day, And That Every Day Ends.

I Am Starting To Get Tired Of Relying On Words.

Do I Really Have To Find A Word For It? Can't It Just Be What It Is?