suicidesmitty

In an instant, everything changes.
You blink and you're somewhere else.
You're someone else.
With someone else's life.
You blink
and you're hanging by a thread.
and you're not sure you want to keep hanging on.
You blink
and the world turns its back and walks away.
Without so much as a goodbye.
And you wish you could spit.
But you've been trained far too well.
You blink
and the only things that mean anything are gone.
Your head swims and the fog numbs everything.
And then there's that hole in your chest
that you're certain the world can see.
You blink
and it's all the same
so you force yourself to blink again.
and again.
and again.

Happy 2nd birthday, Q.
I miss you, buddy.