I'm feeling it tonight. The weight of everything pressing down on me. Waiting for me to gasp out some confession I don't have for some life I may or may not have lived.
I'm feeling it.
Tonight this hospital room is cold, empty and lonely. It's got that weir air in it. Air that I'm breathing. The same air/smell that made me sick so bad in February. A clean smell that makes you want to throw up and leave your soul under the bed for some demented janitor to mop up later when they go to change out your room.
There's so much I should have done by now. So many thing I could've accomplished. Now... Now it's too late to try and whatever I've got left is what I've earned.
It's so lonely now. Even when I'm surrounded. So lonely. I'll never be what I was made to be.