If I'm still knee deep in bones and clumps of dead hair what's the point of fighting anymore?
Just to keep getting trapped back there?
To keep healing then diminishing into dying brain cells and bruised limbs?
It hurts, and you won't know it till it's too late.
I don't want the cold tiles of the bathroom floor to be my throne of headaches anymore.
I don't want my hip bones to stab me in my sleep another night.
I don't want my heart to palpate again.
And I don't want to die like this.
But I'm betting on it.
