is there any point in articulating myself? someone else will have said it better. you may as well read them.

i wish that my words had the power of a scream, the final cry of a girl falling to her death.

i lie here, trapped, in my own thoughts, descending to some dark place where i'm all alone. i can't reach you here. you can't hear me cry. it's just me and the raw total of my pain. i feel my nerves raw and exposed. my life is the abscess that forms around them.