One year.
One year drowning in fear.
Stress so overwhelming.
My heart beginning to fail.
My mind buried beneath,
eight years of numbness.
Chasing the same old high.
One year.
One year wondering when.
Going to bed every night.
Euphoria rushing through my veins.
Pain and anger rushing through my soul.
Not sure if I would wake up the next day.
Not caring if I didn't.
One year.
One year spent in hell.
My own personal torment.
Crafted over years of stupidity.
Culminating before me.
In the form of one year.
©reven
R