I’m led here, in bed next to Heather. She knows something is wrong, but doesn’t ask. She just lies there like nothing is wrong, while I’m crumbling inside. It’s been a long tile since she bothered to ask what’s wrong, for whatever reason.
Amongst the sadness, I feel angry. Maddeningly so. I just want to break it all down. Destroy it all. Erupt in unbridled violence.
But I can’t….
I can do nothing but sit here, cracking, to my core, trying to lock up these feelings, for fear of unleashing them….