Is this going to be one of my less lucid day?
I can feel me slipping from sanity
Letting go of the frayed rope of control
Relishing the sickening sensation of realisation
You know nothing
Nothing about me
Nothing about anything
I have no word
You let it pass
I can no longer return
You can no longer ask
I never want to cause you trouble
Never want to see you sad
Yet sometimes,
It's better if
They stab this heart
And shoot this brain;
Drown me in sleeping gas.
No longer fighting,
Lina.
