I am left standing here utterly alone, desolate, addicted to something I never once tasted yet craved, left to dwell in loneliness. I ache and the pain swells until my heart feels I can no longer take it.

I feel the cool silver as it lays across my hands... Thoughts pour in from my ears. Voices I recognize but have never fully heard. The rope lying outside in the rain seems more and more inviting, the pills tasteless and colorful as if they taunt me, the car an escape to everyday people but for me a more permanent one.

My only hope is that I can survive. No not for you. Not for them. They've had their chance, they've condemned me. I want to live for myself. But as the hours grow longer my reasons grow shorter. Who will win in this game of fate. As time ticks by, my mind is made.