I would like to fall down the stairs and break every bone in my body. There is no point anymore. I wish I didn't have feelings for you, I wish that I didn't have to live this life. I wish that one year ago I didn't take that drink, meet those people, or become hurt the way I was. I'm shallow, almost dry. I'm not sure what my next move is, I'm not sure where to go next. I'm to consumed by this craving. It's taunting me, haunting me, bringing me closer and closer to a world that is so numb you don't know when you're breathing, you can't tell if you're living.