This day. Where everything’s too loud, too big, too hard.
A glance in the mirror shatters my world into insignificant little puddles of mirth. Today I want to cease to be thus.
A touch of my side cripples my hand, the tremors of self-hatred steal my poise. Today I Plead to cease to be thus.
A voice, screaming in clarity, steals my Hope, and Today – I can’t. I cease to be thus.