Holding on with the last bit of strength in my body… everyone i love is above me, helpless, staring with desparation in their eyes. I know what’s pulling me down, it’s my heart… feels as if it’s made of iron. So heavy, I can feel it in the pit of my stomach.
Tag: broken bottles
Is There Life Out There Somewhere?
i saw the edge was i supposed to turn around? for an eternal pledge when i sleep six feet below the ground