Blast

Drained. Empty. Helpless.

I can't seem to get things together.
I hate the fact that I can't get rid of this latest addiction I've involved myself.
I worry too much I can't sleep.
Emotional anxieties are starting to drive me insane!
And so these sleepless nights have made it so hard for me to bear.

Somehow, I'd get myself killed over this.

Remember the time you said you'd be there for me. That you were willing to help?
Well, I've been waiting.
Where are you?

That's what make promises political. It can take the faith and trust in you, either build you or just burn it to crisp. Get my drift?