This is the deadliest feeling ever. All three in one, like a coffee mix. I've to keep it all bottled up, I'm crumbling inside. I need to scream my lungs out, until it pierces through the night silence. I need to cry, until the city floods. I need to sleep, but I don't like going to bed, because that's when thoughts start triggering my floodgates. I need to disappear for awhile. I don't mean to be an emo nemo, I can't control shit. I fucking can't. I don't think anyone can save me.
Does anyone even read this space anymore?
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