The Closing Statement
by Countdown· from Between The Lines
When does enough become too much? The set is getting rough and I am losing touch. I never thought I'd ever reach this point, but I've been worn thin. I'm sick of living in disgust, hating my surroundings. Fuck this pain and fuck what's fair, I'm tired of this wear and tear. And I wish my shoulders could bear all this weight, but one more ounce of your bullshit may cause me to break. This isn't some last ditch effort, begging for attention. I'm not asking for your sympathy, this is my closing statement.