Gone.
Hunted like prey.
All the anxt rattling around in my head like pills in a bottle.
Shivers running down my spine.
A deep nostalgia for things past.
Bleeding out.
Tearing me inside-out.
The pain radiates through my body.
Eating up every last bit of my soul.
Won't stop 'til I'm gone.
Consumed.
My fate lies in God's hands.
My life is nothing but a blur.
I'm Gone.