Oh and it's here. The euphoria, the sense of loss, no control, surrender. I've not seen you in a while. It's testing time. I always fail, but you! Oh you. You could change it all. You can pull me up, lift me from the gaping mouth of depression, with teeth full of poison. Vomit escapes me and darkens the toilet bowl. Only 3/4 of a bottle down. I've hidden a serated knife in the cupboard. You will pay. If only you would keep your sordid mouth shut, if only your heart would blacken with hurt, if only you would realise. You're stupid. You're slutty. You're alone. All you have are you and your lines; your pink, self-inflicted lines. Thick, meaningful, meaningless. You are alone. Die.