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.