Dreaming

I sat staring the bottle, and sighed. It didn't seem to matter anymore. Why did it matter in the first place? I opened the vial, and then my door slammed open. Wonderful, an intruder. Just another unwelcome guest seeing my downfall.

"Your leaving."

What the fuck?
I didn't respond, and layed there dormant, as if I was dead.

Maybe I will die.


Fuck, I think as they lead me away. My mother crying, and my father, his hands in his pockets looking at the floor. I don't know who he's looking down on, because he sure is the bottom of the scum pool.

I don't know what to think, say of feel, besides "shit".