It's dark, and I'm tucked in bed. Every next thought that comes is a thought more painful than the last.

I can feel the aches. The weakening of my bones. The pangs that swift through me, across me, all over me. I can feel them on my fingertips and my palms, all the way down to the bottom of my feet. And my chest, it's like being ripped apart by a pair of merciless, bare hands. I hate these aches.

Why does everything hurt all of a sudden? I don't want this. I want out.

I.
WANT.
OUT.