What am I to say... what am I to do... What am I to think...
I don't know who I am anymore... I mean seriously, somewhere between now and about a month ago I lost the person I was aiming to be.
Now my future looms ahead of me, a blank and empty canvas... but I no longer have the paint or the brush.
I finally went and stood atop a cliff, not a metaphorical one this time, and looked out over the edge. I wanted to jump. And be washed away, let the water dissolve everything.
I'm sick of standing on the edge, screaming out when no one can hear... or more, no one listens.
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