Why me? Why does it have to be me feeling this way? Why anyone? Can’t I have a piece of happiness instead of this poison eating the real me away. I’m rotting. I’m no longer myself. The only feelings I have are my self-inflicted wounds. The only feeling that brings me out of my numbness, that is. Why can’t I have the support I need? I never ask for anything but for someone to shake me and bring me out of the dark. Someone to tell me I’ll be okay. Someone to tell me I’ll make it, because I’m slowing fading away.. I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on. The Tori I once knew is almost gone, ticking time bombs are all that’s left.