Unveiling the wound in order to show you how bad it really is. Please stop reminding me of how different things are. I see the discomfort from every angle: it’s helpless laughter at the wrong times. Choking on your words. Trying to break habits. Ignoring everyone else. Screaming in empty parking lots that feel eerily comforting and hunting all at once. Speeding until your heart gives out and comes back to life. It always comes back to life. And even when I feel like I’m bleeding out in front of everyone I encounter, I still somehow come back to life. It’s all cyclical and I hate that. Im the sharpest point of a triangle and I rebuke what the world has to offer me. I just want to burry every thought that makes me feel alone. No one tells you how the stitches loosen when the loss enters your hollows. I’m screaming from an empty room and if you hear me, ignore it all. Just walk away. Life is a dare and we don’t have to play the game- you believe that right ? I’m telling you that it’s all well. I don’t need the sun to set for me. I don’t need a bandaid. I don’t need anything at all. -AMT