no shame november

I’m haunted by thoughts of death. Both mine and others. I’m afraid I won’t be alive to submit something this time next year.

I’m afraid of everything going on around me.

There’s no place in this world or the next for people like me. I’m too tired to live and too afraid to die. And because of that, I’m trapped.

I wish I could have phrased this more eloquently, but like many things in my life, words have failed me.

(a j)