losing

suddenly it's not okay to fall, it takes longer for wounds to heal, it takes forever to stand tall, suddenly I can no longer feel. i ran into the stationary shop, to buy back long lost stickers, to finally use them as a prop, and to never resort to liquor. i ran out of the club, ditching those who get excited for me, i am worse than a shrub, no way out without the key. i wished to disappear, i was lost and hopeless, not selfish nor careless, just ungrateful and shameless.