I just wanna pass out

Bottle’s empty.
I just want to drop—
face first into nothing.

Tears already slipped,
and no one’s here to see.
No mask.
No hiding.
Just me
and this fucking wreck inside.

What if I let it out
and it fixes nothing?
What if I stay hollow?

Sleep—
take me.
No dreams.
No nightmares.
No rewinds of pain
I can’t outrun.

Fuck.
Make it stop.
Please.