I thought that I had finally hit rock bottom, that I had been my lowest, and that I was getting better.
But really, life is slipping through my fingers like water.
Seeping out the cracks between my fingers, faster and faster.
I can’t control it.
I have no grasp on reality.
My thoughts are a constant mess.
Being alone has become a goal.
Not sleeping is no longer a decision.
Eating becomes a once a day activity.
I can no longer hold back the tears that flood my eyes on a daily basis.


I’m isolating myself from the world.

But I secretly like it…