the crows are coming for us.

My options are before me. They hold nothing for me.
1. Drugs; for a restless, uneasy sleep where I'm bound to wake up screaming.
2. Pain; another mark? Like it matters to me anymore.
3. Stay awake; restless, cold, shaking, sickness, numb.
4. Normal sleep; impossible.

Hello memories, painful and sore.
You leave me empty, as I shake on the floor.

I'm trying my best to be strong you see.
I'm doing my best to recover from grief.

The words are the same.
And it ties me in knots.
The souls are different.
But.....

I expect the worse in times like these.
There is no hope for a girl like me.
I was broken beyond two, shattered you see.
With no hope... I only breathe.