I wander these empty halls of porcelain shadow
Searching through the endless chasms of my minds
Making my neon red heart glow under insufficient lighting
Squeezing my eyes until they practically burst
Biting my nails until they bleed white empty bone
Tearing at my hair until my delicate and convex mind is that much smaller
Running on my legs until they will carry me no more
Work myself nearly only so near to the breaking point that I may wake up tomorrow and do it again
Let my temper flare until it pushes away all that once held dear
Grind my teeth until I give myself a headache
List stupid things I do all day
Then
Out of nowhere
I think about all the great things I've accomplished
And I find solace
No peace
No understanding
No rational
No happiness
No love
Just Solace
And I think to myself
Is this all there should be?

~end~