I'm thrashing against the ground and the leaves are breaking and crunching with every thrust of my body into the ground the the gravel is digging itself into my cheek that is bleeding life. The grit in my teeth is the blandest thing i have ever enjoyed tasting and the footprints on my back are just a reminder of who I have become.
I hate this. I need to fix it. I need a band-aid and someone who cares.