Pretty Little Pill

I bet I could take this pretty little pill...

and drag myself up out of this self-sentence, this hell I am wallowing in.



Perhaps I should...

Take it.

Or do I enjoy...

the suffering.



The feeling... of being alive, though it hurts so bad.

This feeling of knowing it is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all?

Am I wanting the feeling to linger...

for as long as I can hold on...

afraid that once it fades...

I won't ever feel.

not again.

numb.

unable.

to recapture the feeling...

afraid of it slipping away.

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