What is your drug tonight? I've chose Leftose & Paracetamol. They sound like reputable names for pleasant advocates whom compels comfort to the mind and body. It is acting up faster than I thought. My eyes flicker as it tries to stay conscious, sprawled out on my working space lies my provisions to write you out.

Your silence magnified your dishonesty, you were afraid your words would give you away. That was why I could never read you. I was dancing with your lies.

As my pen scratches the surface of fine paper, I make an attempt to will myself to breathe. I've been holding my breath all this while since you destroyed me, fearing the intake of air would shatter my remnants.

But it didn't. I'm still here.

Writing.

Still.