There is an aching pain in my chest. It flows into my arms, and burns through my wrists. My arms feel heavy and weak, making it difficult to move. I find it difficult to breathe. To hold my head up requires more energy than I can muster. The thoughts racing through my mind feel like a slab of concrete around my neck. The shivering has yet to subside.
To sleep and never wake up, never to return to this life drained of all hope, drained of all happiness is an inviting idea. To crawl off and live life alone, to die alone, is not so hard...when you're already alone.
Crawling off to bed, in hopes that when I wake up, this life will be over. And I will have begun again....