EVERYONE IS CONNECTED

This July, I've felt like I'm not afraid to end it all. This week had been too fucking calm I can't rest my feet, ready to I've moved past the point of no return as I gently push the door at the counselling, not wondering if I could make it out alive because all these people, they ask me if I think about my future when even my present is distorted. Reality felt so disconnected and my voices aren't getting through. I see myself through funhouse mirrors; though in perspective I do not seem to be stretched.