this is not my life. i refuse to believe this. this is what my body is doing today, but this is not my life. i will not look back and remember this. i will not be defined by circumstances. i am trapped physically, but i am not really there. they look and they see and they are happy. but i am far away. their metal and plastics cannot contain me.
though seeping in i cannot resist the death. it moves slowly but oh so complete.
the poison digs deep, so much so it becomes indistinguishable. filtering my every move, my every action, each thought, each feeling.
