Cold nights, cold hands, frozen feet, but especially the heart.
Could it have ended like this?
Maybe if I had done something I wouldn't have ended up like this.
In my darkness, all is quiet here…in my mind. Thoughts are running in my head like children on the playground, trying to run and when one wins the others are angry and start racing again because they say that it's not fair.
It hurts, I can feel the pain of those children's legs that try to win but end up racing again, in my head, I feel like a volcano is exploding in my head, but I can't do anything about it because the thoughts still have to argue in my head about which one is right…
I am tired.
How could I fall so low?
I can't even shout my own thoughts anymore. Please be quiet, quiet…just quiet…quiet……
So this is it…
...this is my fall.
© EvaB