Fiction Declaration

So it happens again. Another week of feeling sorry. With your heart I have regrets, with seeing that she is taking those regrets, I can’t take myself anymore. It’s hurting too much, beyond feeling. Pain is the fire and the drive I use. With you I become a shell. I give into all of it [to you]. It’s like I’m in a trance, and you’re at the end of the swaying clock that keeps me Hypnotized. I now understand what has to be done with this. I suddenly have that feeling that I’m falling in a dark cold sky and I can never land! I’m scared for my sanity. I can’t see! I can’t sleep! I can only hear ominous voices ruling over the airways of my mind. I’m scared! Take this away. Take this feeling of overwhelming away from me. This isn’t love anymore. This will be the last, Happy Birthday. -December 16