I don't know what to do.
Right at that moment,
I was lost, drifted completely away
From sanity and life itself.
He WAS my reason.
The one thing that I was actually striving for.
My one goal.
And when I made that goal,
it became impossible.
That night was when I lost what was left of my
Self control.

I cried. Actually cried.
Hyperventilating.
Finally I confided in my brother.
I TOLD him over multiple sobs,
"I don't know what to do."
He didn't take me seriously.
My life was gone by then,
I didn't have to wait until Tuesday.
Tuesday brought me back to life...
And I loathed it more than
The reason.

I talked to her and we both agreed
That the worst thing would be to attempt it...
And not physically die.
Here I am, being hunted down by the same people everyday.
And haunted by the same one person.

I saw him.
My life flipped over a thousand times
Because he looked for me.
A dream come true.
And I ducked out of sight.

I call him Aspirin. A whole 35 of them.
 
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