12:15 p.m. - November 12, 2010
Closer to the edge
The closer I get to the end, the closer I get to the edge. Can I hold on any longer? Can I keep the hate from surfacing? How long can I keep this up? With all this bullshit, I'm internalizing everything and my chest can't hold all of this rage for long. With fists clenched I walk the line, wear the mask, and bite my tongue. God forbid me slipping.