twenty two days of lethargy and I sit here still. I can't get out of bed and what is the point, anyway twenty two days of nothingness and now I need a vacation this void is excruciating a vacuum is sucking the life out of me and what is it feeding on anyway I shudder to look out the window for they are walking and I am an invalid they count their blessings on their fingers while I am club handed and in all my brilliance can't count anyway Give me a pill to take so my body won't ache and my head won't hurt give me a pill to take so my heart will ache and I can feel Give me my own outstretched hand so I can reach for something and finger life again until my finger points back in my own direction and it all leads back to my own destruction anyway kick me hard hit me harder kick me hard hit me harder bruising is more interesting than monotonous pale white skin and pain is better than the cold empty state of not existing really ...anyway.
