I see the face of every girl that I’ve ever tried to love, but something inside of me has fallen short. I see every man who has muddied my skin with unwanted touches. Their fingerprints still linger to this day. I relive every road trip, every concert, every late night spent at shitty dive bars with my friends—any moment that has made the fight worth it this far. I’m tired, and I’m tired of being angry, so I let the pills lull me to sleep in a sea of black. Death is a dreamless, smothering warmth. It’s the most protected I’ve felt in years, and it’s all the love I’ve been searching for.
