Wings To Hold A Life

Sometimes it hurt more than Tim could live with, on days like that the bottle of pills that he had hidden in the back of the medicine cupboard seemed more desirable than anything else in the apartment.

Other days were different, he was numb on those days the burning ever present feelings of rejection and abandonment, eventually the feelings began to simply melted away and become an almost unbearable background hum, the whisper in his ear and the hand controlling his practiced and precise movements as he drifted through each day.