It's been too long since the last time you held a pen, your mind has been bleached and your veins are on fire. Every second you change and become someone different form te crease on your lip to the dimples on your back. It's been hours since you last thought of happy things. Days since you've coloured in your missteps, months since you last thought of death, years since you lost the hope you were desperate to hold on to. Are your palms still bleeding from your nails sinking into them? Are your eyes still swollen from the tears that form because of the ache in your chest? Is your throat still dry because of the stomach acid that just left your body? Are you still holding on?

And you wonder where everything went wrong; when did you start to feel like this? Why does everything feel so much heavier now? Your breaths are shallow and your back is sore. You barely have the energy to stand now. How far are you planning to go with this? How much longer can you last?