Chronic

The word chronic echoes through my insides, electric vibrations from each interior wall.. loud and obscenely overbearing.

Eats away at the side of my mind that holds positivity like a bad rash spoiling the complexion.

Insists on sticking like fast drying glue to the remaining strings of strength that I clutch onto whilst I try to stake out the aftershock of the thought.

I am alone.

I am lonely.