The future is nowhere in sight. I grow wearier with each passing day.

Is this what I am?

Is this what I have become?

Repeating yesterday.

It feels like I’m drowning and that the end is nearing. I can feel it my bones. And to think I tried so hard to strive for perfection only to turn back on all that I’ve built and believed it.

That’s right. Perfection. Burn it away. Turn it to dust now.

The words I spoke, they hold no weight. Now that no one can hear me, I am left here, biting my tongue, eating my own words and having hell to pay for.

I can’t help but feel this dead. I can’t free myself from this fate; this imprisonment.

She was right. No one has ever said that we’ll be safe.