beeg

I'm dying a slow and painful death, tearing from the inside out. It seeps and crawls through cracks I didn't know I had, stares me in the face and blinds me w/ its darkness. I shove it down again and again, try and run from it, avoid it at all costs, but it's so deep w/in me that all attempts are futile. Being lonely only makes it worse, it snickers in its sleep, knowing all too soon I'll be so weak, so worn away that I'll be unable to fight, unable to win. I can't let it out, I can't let it win. I try so hard to end up on top, but it knocks me over again and again. I cry to songs that mean nothing to me, just pure emotion pouring from anywhere possible. I hate me, so much right now...