We’re running out of places to go. We’re in a dead end hall and we’re almost finished and I don’t know what to do. I’ve tried. I’m tired. Dead tired.

I’m running out of things to say. Running out of ‘sorrys’ and silence.

What do you want from me? I’m trying with everything in me right now but nothing is good enough for you?

I feel so alone. On a small island surrounded by the emptiness that has been you lately.