It's overwhelming.
Can you feel it now?

The emptiness in your chest,
accentuating the boulders on your back.

I'm listening to myself cry,
in the last bathroom stall.

I'm pathetic.
I'd think.
I'm worthless.
I'd think.
I should...

It's those choking realization moments
where you know you're digging yourself deeper.
You can't stop it though.
So the hand reaches for the knife.