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.