Lost at the Bottom of the Trash Heap.

The thoughts are weighing you down; drowning you in a deep well.

Faces all blur together now; you can’t tell them apart anymore.

The only words that seem to penetrate are the truth, which cuts you to the core.

Lonely last drops slither down your throat, become thicker as they slide down.

You become left at the bottom- the bottom of sanity.

Nothing can be sorted out because it’s all in disgusting heaps.

The silence slices through your eardrums like a deafening scream.

You’re clenched, waiting, and the slowness becomes quicker.

But there is still no sign of life.

You are alone.

I am alone.