Saturday, 5 July 2014


These cruel games...I cried to sleep yesterday. Everybody is happy I won but I feel empty inside. This job is punishing. I can't seem to escape the tyrannical ghouls. 

Slowly I start to suffocate as they squeeze me in tighter

I thought about inviting a knife to my wrist  or about being reckless just to feel something instead of this. I never did have the stomach for 'it's complicated.

This depression is real...I'm falling to depths I'm scared to realise even exist. 

When there were no more tears I opted for the simple...a vacuum of silent solitude.


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