popping pills that promise an escape and mixing them with a drink hoping that i wont open my eyes again, hoping that everything will be perfect again. but the escape never comes and upon waking i hear the same lines from inside my head repeating until i wish for an escape and turn to the chemicals where i lose a few hours and the silence in my head becomes unbearable. the same state they find me in when i fake another smile and feel so hollow and alone and i know that i may never be full again and i resign myself to the life that i know and i feel my emptiness eat away at me and i know that i am not dead. yet.

08/20/2003

Posted on 08/20/2003
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