Well, it's official…I hate you. I write comedy & stuff that makes you want to cut yourself.
I can feel it coming. Slowly throughout the day or nighttime. I wait for it to cover me. All of me. Until it’s inside. Then, I’m still. It starts in my mind and wraps itself around my body until I’m completely bound. Resting under a…
And for all we let go
We gain something
A part of ourselves that grows inside
That we never knew was there
Prozac. Welburn. Effexor. Celexa. Zoloft. Viibryd. Diazepam. Trazodone.
Sometimes I would think about hitting the median. Driving 80 miles per hour. What if I just pulled the wheel to the left? I’m going so fast. It would…
Awhile back I went to an N.A. meeting, just to go, I wasn’t itching or anything. I had found one near my house and went from time to time.
Sitting in that room, years clean, listening to all those poor bastard’s sob stories. I…
