Screaming

This isn't an easy task. It's not like anyone would or should volunteer to help you anyways. This is a solo job. So you play your sad music...Miss Me by Joseph Black. On repeat of course. Then you sit in the bathroom, crying. Your entire insides feel like their made up of millions of glass pillars being shattered in on themselves.

You can feel the inaudible snapping of everything inside you being broken. Over and over and over and over...and it won't stop. You're screaming in your head. Please stop. Please stop. Please. Please. Please.

It has to end.

You always knew what you were saying, mostly truths. And this was the big one.

You have to end this.

Its pain to wake up. Its pain to look at everyone and continue to illustrate a protagonist for them.

Not when you are your own fatal flaw.

You are your own flaw.

A flaw that's so essential in roots that it could do nothing else but destroy you.

Because you meant it.

And maybe it is speaking into existence, but it exists now.

You cannot live any longer.

The pain will not endure.

You will not endure.

That's your task.

End the pain.

End. You.