Whole.

Whole.

Gaining confidence back is essential.
I've fallen from the sky and hit my head.
Amnesia sets in; I refuse to pray.
I need to wean away from the addiction,
Cigarettes and coffee have destroyed my being.
It feels good, the cancer creeping into my body,
I hope it kills me soon.
I'm constantly awake, the caffeine running through my veins.
It's ending here tonight.
I can't take this life.
I want to run for miles.
Sweating into nothing, becoming something.
I've lost touch with the ones I loved.
I've thrown it all away.
I need that feeling.
I must be whole again.

by Zach DeLong