I don't care if this kills me.
I was never really interested in living anyway. nothing has ever made me really happy. not in a long time. you did once but it was a blatant lie that my trusting spirit believed. and all that is good always leaves me. or I leave it because I'm blind and I cannot see the point. words are all just noise and I poise myself to run when they sound. I'll hit the ground with my feet and be out before they can touch my heart. you won't tear me apart. not again. that's a promise I'm making today.