The more I breathe, the more I feel I can’t breathe anymore.

The nights are so long and

The days don’t seem to get me busy enough.

Lights are a cure to my blindness.

The dark covers my scars.

Somewhere along the way I’ve wasted so much energy. I still do.

I’m becoming the person that I never wanted to be…every day I do something that little by little turns me into it…