Bleeding Out

By the time i'd reached the office, I was profusely bleeding out emotions. I had told them that they could do it. I wanted any morsel of relief possible. I'd had chest pain, stomachache, dizziness, and vomiting throughout the day so whatever it took then I would do -- even if it meant free-falling to the bottom of my darkness. But I failed them again and am now paying the price.

But it was not safe there so that I went flying elsewhere. I think she wants me dead so they tell me to cut or take pills. Curled up in a soft blanket, I feel my heart rate slowing some more so that I hope I won't have to go through another day again.