it's been two and a half years,
but the echoes of the shotgun blasts and bold faced lies still reverberate through my existence.
this morning i awoke from a dream,
in it, you had stolen from me the person i care about most in this world
and sent me on a rollercoaster of self destruction and hate
screaming at me that it was what i deserved.
is there an end to this panicked misery?
even though you're only a voice in my head
there are days it feels like you could spoil everything I've dedicated myself to fixing this past year with a mere phrase.
"what about my pain?"