Fall

August 18, 2014

Break apart

crumble into pieces

Fall through time.

Escape the pain

of reality and

the people I hurt.

Remove myself

from the horrible

monster inside.

Nothing will be okay.

Nothing will change.

I am falling apart.

I am not myself.

Who ever myself happens to be.

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