Today hurt
Somewhere only we know, Keane
Today hurt. I feel very alone.
Years, and years, and years later and here we are, back at square one. Back in that circular, maroon-tiled bathroom, clutching a vial stolen from a locker. Back standing high above, a game of dare over the edge. All that kept me going during those painful years was a promise I’d made myself. A promise that I believed in with all my heart. A promise that I seem to have broken.
It is a dull weariness that grows; living, creating, trying and trying. Little highs pale in comparison to the terrible lows. I’m tired. I’m so tired and I don’t know how to get out of this hole.