They left you like you knew they would. They went away and you fell like a stone. All the way to the bottom of your room. I see you, yes I see you. Sitting in your chair, hating every minute of it. Falling like a stone without even moving. It hurt you to know that you were right about all the shit you wanted to be wrong about. They always leave you. You put yourself in the right place to get left.

I think to myself and at the same time, I know these thoughts can’t be the ones I really want to think. That there must be something better to have on my mind than what fills it and refuses to stop occupying all the room.

Sometimes a friend isn’t a friend. Sometimes a friend is a bad thing waiting to happen. You need to get some time to yourself. When you feel the need to bolt — bolt. Most of this shit you work out on your own anyway. You know what I’m talking about.

One morning, he woke up and all he could think of was that he had been destroyed by his parents and it was too late to change. They had taken him like a con man takes a drunk sailor. He had believed too much. It was the grind that finally got to him.

Open your eyes. Your tears cut a trail. Your scars build a ladder that takes you to a place that you could not have gotten to any other way. Take a look around, remember every second, every breath, every choked scream. Scar tissue is stronger than regular tissue. Realize the strength. Move on.