Pacing back and forth like a Tiger in a cage unable to process this primal rage
Wanting to know what is it that comes next knowing and everybody thinks that if they distract me with shiny objects...
I will just go away.

Thinking if you can just hold this off just one more day, this will be the thing that you don't have to say. I know I'm the problem, I see it in myself. You don't have to tell me that you're ready to put me up on a shelf.

Medicines line these walls and yet all the emptiness inside still draws all my energy into this black hole, ******* out my entire soul.