Absolutly nothing can be reached the top of my head is cracked but not cured to accomplish i am pureed inside with- "fucked up". I tell my brain to stop screaming but then all i want to do is kill myself for the request and the failure.
I will not and cannot. I live suspended and always want to break peoples arms because i cant break my own fogg or die or stop trying at impossible things. It is the victorious ringing in my ears that keeps me out of the hospital.
Today is and was the home to the exact same being i have been and will be the security to know is the blanket that engulfs my identity the blanket that clouds my acceptance. Today i am and was, and will always be self proclaimed and self saved. Forever. I hold on to fiona because i love her.