Iāve spent 8 months like a hollow echo.
Cascading into nothingness.
A raving subconsciousness.
I would set myself on fire and put myself out just to set myself on fire again and again like I deserved it.
I can admit that to myself now.
I tried to live for family.
I tried to live for love.
Internally? I was always looking for an out.
Constantly trying to put out the embers of my soul.
Looking for ways to kill the inner fire within and rest.
Who knew three energy drinks a day is self harm?
I did. Iām very aware of what it does to diabetics.
I downed them like water every day.
I forced uncomfortable moments.
I tried to feed myself nothing but bad.
So I could end it like a horse with a bum leg.
I convinced myself it was pity.
But I had a hug I needed for 4 years.
And I cried myself to sleep in her arms.
I got so high it felt like shifting.
I finally heard their voices.
I finally saw them in my sleep.
I cried until I *literally* got myself sick.
Congested. Coughing. Pain in my chest.
Itās heavy. Itās mine. Full of ash and lead.