tick tock tick tock

its unbearable sometimes.

all the things we said, all the things we promised... running through my head, bringing tears to my face.

riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip.

drip drip.

drip.

thud.

please dont be bipolar...these mood swings cant be healthy!

whatever will be, will be. the future is not ours to see.

goooo awaaaay abandonment issues... i dont need you right now, or ever.

Day 5

I could hear it breaking.

The sound of sky cracking the earth splitting.

The sound of cloth tearing.

The sound of a bridge under stress finally giving in, crying as it sinks into the river below until all that are left are littered bodies.

It's the sound of gushing blood as your body fall to the ground with a thud, you feel death's embrace and welcome it.

The sound of crying your heart out but no more tears will come.