Visiting a zoo, you see animals of all sorts. They pace behind a thick piece of glass and stay in a state of pure fear because there is absolutely no place to hide and no serenity. I think my life is much like that. I pace and take the appropriate tranquilizers to make sure I don't kill someone, let alone myself.
This also keeps me looking as I should for the public eye.
I don't want to go back to the world that I helped create. I think I already said that.
Little styro cups filled with the right amount of blue pills that never work quite right.
I'm not giving up and I don't want any sympathy. This is not what this is about. I just needed to talk to someone other than the voice in my head.
Tags: Depression
