One foot in chaos.
One foot in beginnings.
Little white pills.
To stop the nightmare from repeating.
Now I’m numb.
And I can’t decide.
Which side of the blade I prefer.
I know it’s wrong.
I have people that care, that love.
I know they depend.
That I have an impact.
On many, and it goes beyond me.
But it’s a fatal flaw.
To be born with awareness.
And if you don’t take aim.
At something at all.
The creature will grow.
So onward and upward.
Or not at all.