It\'s 03 17
I can\'t sleep.
That numb feeling washes over again.
Breaking down inside. Skin keeping me together.
Flesh bound together.
Heart pounding, ripping open inside.
I can\'t keep wearing these faint echoes.
Echoes of a craving. Echoes that send ripples up my bones.
I can\'t keep my eyes open, I can\'t keep them closed.
I feel like I\'m waking from a coma to a new world. A world that does not exist.
Is this what life feels like?