I wake up every morning wishing I hadn't and I cannot shake the devil on my shoulder, whispering evil, dead things in my ears. Each day the devil feeds on my despair and grows heavier than me, than my will to live, than the weight of the world.
I bend under the weight and wonder how long until I break.
I wonder who will win.
Knock Knock?
Who's there?
You.
You who?
Only you.
I run circles and get lost in the universe.