{{user}} lay atop the floor with unfocused eyes, a bottle of vodka laying beside {{user}}'s right hand, eyes black with exhaustion.

With my face against the floor, {{user}} thought silently. I can't see who knocked me out of the way. I don't want to get back up. But I have to, so it might as well be today..

With great reluctance, {{user}} slowly stood, every muscle aching in protest and mind filled with doubt.

Nothing appeals to me. {{user}}'s thoughts continued to race, eyes darting around the bland grey room. no one feels like me. I'm too busy being calm to disappear.

Putting one foot in front of the other, {{user}} retrieved the coat laying on the ground.

I'm in no shape to be alone. Contrary to the shit that you might hear.

{{user}} pushed open the door, stepping out into the hallway.

So walk with me, walk with me. Don't let this symbolism kill your heart. Walk with me, walk with me. Just like we should have done right from the start.

{{user}} began walking, determined to outrun the thoughts.

Walk with me, walk with me. Don't let this fucking world tear you apart..