light of my life
words from my mouth
i adore you so
i love you so
don't forget me
i won't forget you
☆

One o'clock in the morning just seems to be your hour;
loving, fighting, talking, crying-- all you.
That smug smirk will never leave the face of my clock.
You young thing, you confused old soul,
you're nothing else to anyone, but me.
I hope you realise that.
One o'clock has memories of your face in them,
memories full of lust and sharp words.
Only my memories, only my ears to ear, only my body to touch.
The ones I love, hate you and I hate the ones I love.
I guess you're one of them.

****.

Why do I always end up doing this when I get frustrated? The dude doesn't do his work, I know, but it's not fair.

I can't talk to anyone. I don't want to talk to anyone.

It's not that bad! It's not that bad! Yes, I know! Please stop telling me so.

The logic, the fact, is immovable, but the emotion comes tumbling down
like an avalanche, gathering momentum and pace.

The thoughts race, anger, despair, sadness, hatred, hopelessness, worry, confusion, terror!

Jesus ******* Christ, I have to get the hell out of here! I'm gonna go postal if I don't!

I finish my task at hand and head straight to the men's bathroom, lock the door, and sit on the toilet and cry.

Breathe in, breathe out, Breathe in, breathe out ******* this! **** it all!

****, I have to call Mom.

I take out my cellphone and find her number and call her.

Ring....Ring......This is [redacted] at [redacted] speaking.
"Hi, can I speak to [redacted mother's name], please?"
Yes, hold on.....she's in report right now, can I take a message or is it urgent?
"Yeah, it's a-an emergency. This is her son, Joshua." I chuckle nervously.
Okay, Joshua, I'll grab her for you........Hello?
"Hey, mom." I sob.
What's up, baby?
"I'm ******* losing it, Mom. All this **** is happening, and I'm feeling suicidal again, I'm having a ******* meltdown, I just--I don't know if I can do it."
sigh....Well, do you want to check yourself into the hospital?
"I don't think I can face it. I never get the help I need at the hospital."
I know, I know...Okay, I can't talk right now, Josh, but look, call me in half an hour, okay? Promise me you'll call me, okay?
"Okay."
Okay. I love you. I gotta go.
"Okay. I love you too. I'm sorry, Mom."
It's okay, call me in half an hour, alright? I love you.
click
I keep the phone to my ear for a second, processing the conversation. Then I turn it off and put it back in my pants pocket.
I get up and wash water on my face. My beard is growing. I dry off my face with the paper towels, and I take a deep breath. Then I go back outside.

Out into the world, which I must face, or die.