9:14 PM ]]Words that would mend the things that were broken.
Can I pull through? Am I strong enough? Please help me, call me out when you're free. I feel like I'm about to die. So alone in a strange place. Putting up a strong front, rushing to get through. When the sky is dark and everything ends, I am scared. No one to hold my hand, no one to laugh along with me. I was excited, now I'm scared.
Please breathe, hard and slow.
>Talk to me.