This Monster in my head. Eating my thoughts. Eating my life. This morbid being chews at my existance, until I scream out in pain and long for death. To cease to exist. The ultimite quiet. The final comfort. Why does it come so slowly?
I cry. I cry so much I’ve forgotten what it’s like to have my eyes white and my nose dry. This agony I’m in. This state of living that is more like dying. I fade and wither, too sick to do much else.
It’s a horrible feeling. To lose control of your own mind.