The Sound of Forever

Chapter 4

Chapter Four

Keane

Day Seven

The therapist told me to be more specific with my entries and to journal every day.

So, here it goes: Why do I want to get the fuck out of here?

Because facing my truths feels like razor blades against my skull. Glass shattering inside my head, explosions that only hurt my soul. And I have nothing to numb the pain. There’s no music, no pills, no Philly.

How do I stop everything? Trying to remember, walk again, or talk was a lot easier than dealing with the past. This pain . . . it is too much to handle. Maybe if I get the fuck out I can find a better way to deal with it—or just go back to the old ways.