Never Ender.

How many times have you closed your eyes and listened to the rain beating on your window? Fell into a deep sleep and never wanted to wake up to reality, with a blank expression on every face. My angst ripped through the pages where I fell asleep with a half empty pen by my side. Insecurities are hidden with the comforting words "I love you" meaningless as the next "fuck you". A broken staircase never seemed so inviting, wherever I'm going I know I'm going down. It's still raining out, and the drains are almost full. It's a reminder of all those times I wish we stayed behind locked doors. Dead space is eating me alive from the inside out, leaving a gut sinking feeling. Will I ever make this on my own..?