P a c i n g

Okay now stop.

Everyone shut up and let me talk.

Because this s**t isn't working.

I still feel trapped, but I'm lurking.

Pacing.

Like "what the f**k is wrong with me", and "sophia, chill the f**k out"

but I can't. cause Im here.

in this god forsaken place.

the one where all my nightmares come alive and all my daydreams disappear.

No fear.

My dear, now, death is not that scary. 

Especially when you're in this place with me, in the darkness; it's, counterrevolutionary. 

It is like taking all the happy smiley-s**t from your life and exterminating it.

It's like when you're stuck outside and a tornado hits,

but it fits, it does.

like a glove,

it feels right. 

To want to grab that knife out of the drawer once more and f**k up one more time.

Don't stop me now. 

Let me roll

let me flow

do my thing

see how it goes.

Because who are you to say that this isn't my door to happiness.

who are you to say anything at all.