I left everythig I knew

Behind me when I came here to become

Something greater, but I don't believe that I

Am becoming better.

I am getting worse and

The darkness is coming

Back, the numbness is

Creeping into my lungs

And choking me at

2:36am when my

Mind wanders back

To the places and the

People I know. It's not

Going so well, and I'm

So homesick it's killing

Me. The absence of you

Is bringing back the urge

To slice into my skin,

The urge to put a rope

Around my neck, the urge

To step in front of those

Cars speeding down this

Straight stretch of

Highway going through town. It's a terrifying

Thought to know that,

Without you to stop me,

I might become another

Carcass littering the side

Of the road.