Pain is irrelevant. Numbness is what I feel.  My apathetic mindset does not appeal to others but it’s all I know. Highs and lows are ancient now. It’s like they injected me with morphine.

All I can do is ask how? How or why, with what, which when is it dear? I’m near the finish line, it’s no lie I want to cross it. But my addiction to obsession makes a depression in me. Like a blade on a cutting board – my arm is not a cutting board.

So, unravel the syringe form my left hand. Hinge the door shut. Because I can’t extract emotion. No needle and thread can fix my head.

 Take away your drugs, I’m done feeling nothing.

Please open up, anything – something.