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It's hard when you walk all the way down, and there's no one to receive you. It's just another day, but it has been one hell for me. One hell and 24 thorns.
And that tiny obnoxious, hipocritical person is always keeping her pace, she always fulfills her duty as the missing link to a whole explosion. A whole, body-consuming explosion.
And I'm looking for those soothing words, but instead, they come, in masquerade, and attack me from behind.
I need to explode and scatter throughout the whole place. I need to extract my mind from my body, and make it vanish somewhere else, transcend. I need to daydream, I need to escape.
I need to break down.
I need to settle down. I'm about to go crazy.

I play dead and the hurt stops.