There’s no one.

I am completely on my own with these horrible thoughts, feelings, and memories.

Need to escape, and I’m not seeing a way out.

I’m out of anything to give.

Every minute is a struggle.

Wish I could turn to drugs, but it’s not my thing.

If only I was as crazy as my accusers claimed.  Slipping into the darkness of some full-blown insanity might be nice right now.

But nope, here I am, unfortunately cognizant.

This isn’t sustainable and will end badly.

There’s no Savior.

There’s no happy ending.

There’s no hope.