but I can't stop it. Thoughts and emotions keep crashing through me. Is this really what the antidepressants were controlling? This unbearable confusion, this pain that makes death seem preferable? I lie down and hide, but the pain doesn't stop.
I can't talk with a clear and united mind. I'm in a hundred pieces. I'm a forest of fallen leaves. I'm a million drops of rain splashing everywhere.
I can't talk with a clear and united mind. I'm in a hundred pieces. I'm a forest of fallen leaves. I'm a million drops of rain splashing everywhere.
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