Mantra

Its a fight. I can feel it inside of me. One more day. You can make it one more day.

You can be strong.

I remind myself a hundred times, of the things that were said, to keep my heart settled. Its like scrambling through Advil, when you want your cocaine. My back is tense and my body on edge. I can do this. I can do this.

Please send me something. Please. Please. NO! You can do this. You can do this. You can wait. Wait! For him, and for you.

Its my mantra. I want to speak with you. It means she's still there and it disgust me. I've never really admitted it before, but the idea of her, there, grosses me to no end.

You can do this.

Breathe deep. Patience and Strength.