Pest

Shayn said he had a problem with himself not knowing if there was a problem or the whole human being was a problem altogether. Validation, sigh leaving a big breath out made him feel good. Heart raced and panicked for no reason, felt like pulling his skin off and smashing the shit out of the one inside him. All he needed was some magnesium tablets to relax and the feeling of sleeping forever. Life is a bitch, the real fear is more than what he thinks he is facing. The real fear is talking about what he feels, or he talks about it but feels like a dirty insect from a sewer.

Wearing the mask of being obtrusive towards self, life felt shameful all the time. The leech is a god damn pest, remove it from the inside. But there’s no option, get rid of it or die with it. He choses to die, because he loves the leech and he’s addicted to it.