What's going on?
I know
there are
a lot of things
going on inside your head,
you just aren't telling me.
How could I
tell you
that I didn't really get better?
Where do I begin?
How do I say
that I find the idea of
homicide and suicide
rather appealing?
And why would I
allow you
a single glimpse
of the darkness?
Right now
I should feel
sad, guilty.
Maybe even angry.
But I don't.
I've been so damn empty
for months, J.
Why
do you think you
should feel like that?
Because
that's how
I would've felt
before.
