11:00 PM ]]Words that would mend the things that were broken.
The scars I made may fade, but the deal stays the same. Nights drip into each other, each one lonelier than the other. I'm alright, it only hurts when I breathe. Sometimes I feel like I'm here, sometimes I don't. Sometimes I want to live, mostly I don't. Every breath I draw, is a painful reminder that I am still here. I let the winds tickle my toes, watch the world below me go wild. Push me over, I can't do it myself. How did it turn out this way? People tell me I look tired. I am. Could I sleep forever and let my voice fill up your quiet nights?
>Talk to me.