Timberluck
It was condensing in my mind, replaying over and over with the annoyance of an obnoxiously loud fan.
He told me,
and yet I didn't tell him back.
I'm sure I was in his mind,
but he was forever instilled in mine.
She sliced the razor against her fragile skin, daring it to bleed
Maybe if she willed hard enough, she could stop
But the pain was too good
A bittersweet composition of pain and hate
That somehow calmed her
The flow of blood
The feel of the blade
Will alone would definitely not suffice
Sure, I said, the hesitation in my voice palpable.
Sure.
One little word that can give the world and take away all of it.
If I knew what was going to happen, how my life was tossed away like trash in the street, I really don't think I would have agreed to it.
But sure, nonetheless.
Toys
Toys everywhere
Under the couch, under the covers
It's times like these I tell myself I should pick them up
But then I would forget
I would forget why they were out in the first place
and if I put them away
no one will take them back out
It was finally time.
Everything was due.
Everything good I'd ever done, and everything bad I'd ever done would finally come back to haunt me.
Twist me.
Contort me more than a shadow in the setting sun.
It really pays to do the right thing.
A simple lifestyle, I remember.
He used to stir his tea, with six scoops of sugar.
As much as I hated the sound of his spoon scraping the porcelain cup, I now find myself missing it.
Now I stir my cup alone every morning.
It sounds easy.
Watching someone else suffer, and as much as you want them to pull through you want it to stop too.
What do you do in a situation like that?
Will them to get better?
No.
Determination alone will not get you through.
Hope is a feeling, not a guarantee.