I remember when I used to be something.
When I used to believe in someone.
What I need is a good long scream into the face of madness.
The face of whatever force is behind my life.
Put my fingers in his face, and wrench his head back.
Some fair shot at getting out of here alive, and partially in tact.
Somewhere to be. Something safe.
Something sane.
Take me
someone safe.
Where...one...
What do I even want to say?
Where do I begin?
When do I get to say when the hurting stops?