When you are alone.
Your words are meaningless.
Your emotions a lead weight.
Your dreams unfulfilled.
And there is no savior for any of this save for you.
Only you can claw yourself out.
Reality is a dull and hungry existence.
Food turns to grey matter on your tongue.
Drink doesn’t satisfy until you are sick.
Your body repels and protests your every decision.
Your mind punishes you.
For the shame of knowing better.
For the shame of having no excuse.
For the horror of no escape.
And the anger, the poisonous, pointless anger.
Because you are in so deep.
Swallowed by the version of you, you never wanted to be.
And only you, dreary wasted you, can claw yourself out.