all my screams are silenced by the breaking of my heart
I'm broken.
I wish I could just move away from this pain, this hurt.
But I can't.
I have others depending on me.
Since that night, that is more than likely going to repeat in the near future, I lie in bed, praying to a God I wish I knew.
The sounds of my punk rock are softly playing in the background.
The voices sing of broken hearts and being utterly alone.
Exactly how I feel.
(Most of the time.)
I bring the blanket up over my head, trying to force out the cold air surrounding my tired body.
I begin to reflect about the day's previous events and what I could have done to make them better.
To make myself better.
Which is what I need, to be better.
For my Dad.
Not really for me.
I don't know where this writing is taking me.
I have so much frustration and creativity built up inside of me, I simply do not know how to deal.
I need a hug.
<3
I wish I could just move away from this pain, this hurt.
But I can't.
I have others depending on me.
Since that night, that is more than likely going to repeat in the near future, I lie in bed, praying to a God I wish I knew.
The sounds of my punk rock are softly playing in the background.
The voices sing of broken hearts and being utterly alone.
Exactly how I feel.
(Most of the time.)
I bring the blanket up over my head, trying to force out the cold air surrounding my tired body.
I begin to reflect about the day's previous events and what I could have done to make them better.
To make myself better.
Which is what I need, to be better.
For my Dad.
Not really for me.
I don't know where this writing is taking me.
I have so much frustration and creativity built up inside of me, I simply do not know how to deal.
I need a hug.
<3