it's like
stitches dissolving before the scar
heals; like driving through a blizzard
with your brights on; like falling into
an endless pit.

it's like
not knowing where you're going &
ending up the one place you just
want to get the fuck away from.

it's like
lying to yourself even though you know
the truth and can't get away from it;
acting
like telling the truth to everyone else
would make a difference anyway.

it's like
nothing you've ever felt before & something
(you hope) you'll never feel again.

a/n: I'm not liking the "your" and such, but
I dislike the use of "i" in this piece more.
(Ugh. Who am I kidding? I don't like this at all.)