Somewhere In Brooklyn

32 - December 9

My mind is so loud and they won't stop screaming these disgusting things that make me want to fall down on my knees and bang my head on the wall.

They added a few lines to their usual chorus of "it's your fault, it's your fault, it's your fault" with "you're just going to hurt her" and "stop fooling yourself."

I know these voices won't stop until I'm dead with them. What's worse is that sometimes, when I close my eyes and listen closely, I could hear her faint voice chanting along with them.

Tell me, Althea, is it wrong to hope for the bright lights and happy ending even when you know they won't come?

I know it's cruel to hope when there is none.