Sweetness tastes like a bitter pill.
Every night when I lie in bed, surrounded by nothing but silence..
That's when the voices come.
How do I explain it? My thoughts? My personalities colliding? Or just me. Wishing I had companionship. Wishing I had someone to talk to.
I fear of my own self-detonation.
Not for. Of.
The hunger is like a sickness that cannot be cured. A thirst that cannot be quenched.
The only thing within my capabilities, is how far I'm willing to push. I sit back and watch it unfold like a movie on replay. But how do you watch something that hurts you?
Sweet, but bitter.
Loving, but hateful.
Joy, but despair.
