it’s a sad war when the only one you’re fighting is yourself. World viewed sideways. I lay down, no contest, it’s an uphill battle and I’ve relenquished my hold. Finding it futile to attempt to gain purchase on a heart that’s been worn smooth by years of abuse. One more pill, one more pull off the bottle, and we all end up down, down, down in the same black hole. Together as one, but always alone. Anxiety, complacency, twisting knives and no feelings. Apathy, monotony, My wrists wring rotten, this vile grip, and we jump off the deep end.