Collapse

It’s been awhile since I felt my entire surroundings drop straight from the sky into my head.
Friends are always good companions and support; but what happens when you don’t speak the same dialect, or refuse to share with others what is crawling inside your head like a virus?
Six months of constant agony has finally beat me, without giving me the opportunity to unleash an strategic counter attack, this chaotic and oppressive demon has taken my entire world.
After sleeping for years only enough to keep myself going, I found myself collapsing every night or morning for eternal hours. My body has become old in a short span; itching bones make short walking distances painful.
A valley of darkness has left me restless among the ones that believe in me.
There’s no resolution to an existentialist dilemma, so is dying a possible option, a selfish manuscript?