Monday, July 5, 2010

asleep on the bathroom floor

We fought. We fight often, and though neither of us ever wins, it seems I always lose more.

But everyone has a breaking point.

And this is mine.

With a burning throat, an empty stomach, and blood dripping down my arm, I know this is mine. If I stay here, you will destroy me, and I don't want to be destroyed. I need to save myself while there's something left to save.