Gone.

I'm low, like beneath the floor.

Frankie's gone, Dad's gone.

Others as well. Too much death.

Mum's low, reminds me of childhood.

Reminds me of bad times.

Something I want to escape from.

I want to break free.

From the exhaustion, the sadness.

I don't want to keeping fight.

I don't want to stay strong.

I'm tired.