To tell you the awful truth, I think there is nothing left in me. I’m burnt out as fireworks. I am a pitch black cavity. My vision is blocked and my body is hurting. I’m trapped with the demons again. I’m trapped with the voices inside my head, and they’re mocking me. It keeps me up at night. That’s when they come to life. They show me all my lows and reopen my wounds. I know I should just let it go and gain perspective. But there are so many chances I have missed, all these things that I regret. The bad choices I have made, and there’s no way to take them back. When I wake in the morning, a pale mess with bloodshot, hazy eyes, I wonder: »Was it worth it? Is this all that I should expect? Is this what I grew up for? Who is this man that I’ve become? Where is the boy I once was? This didn’t go as I had planned.« There’s no way to go back.