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We just hit zero running
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2013
Suicide sits in my chest. A time bomb counting down the beats of my heart to your name. Sleep has yet to come but if it did I know it would bring dreams of you. The iPod repeats. Over and over and over we go. Wishes down a well. Never amounting to a dime. A bomb. Time. Angry texts messages drowning in tears. Guilt. It’s all there if we look. If we even wanted to care about each other. We don’t. We never do. We are just what we are. Suicide in my chest. Maybe I’ll bleed it out. Get some rest. These sheets are white. Fitting.
Such emotional angst, this
Such emotional angst, this really brought me back to a time in my life where i felt the same. Emptiness.
"It is a terrible thing to be so open. It is as if my heart put on a face and walked into the world" -- Sylvia Plath.
:)
I am glad that that time is over for you now :) Its funny how those times can be over yet we can be so easily reminded of them, I am past the point too yet clearly it left a rift in me deep enough to never forget how to word it
thanks for the read
Much Love
Ashley