i feel shit and i dont really know why. its hard to express it when you feel like that cold windy rainy day. where you arnt strong enough to fight with the wind to say on your feet when the rain feels like tiny pebbles hitting your numb body. the pains competeting for space in your mind the clouds blocking the light casting a grey tint upon everything.im waiting but i dont know what for. it must be something or id be dead. the time seems to be taking one last kick when i'm down, running past before i could hold on and really live or dragging its heavy feet leaving me left in the wrong moments, making my mind go into every detail and keep me trapped unable to climb out and see above the never ending mist i'm lost in. its hard to write when its too hard to pick up the pen, when you want to hide from the world in your darkened room you want to let it spin by without you untill what your waiting for comes and holds you and puts the brakes.

what do you do when the person you tryed so hard to get over might want you back ebcause hes desperate oh and one problem hes with a girl who killed the relationship before they met eyes the next day, who happens to be the second of your best friends hes wanted, and she gets everything you want more.

a text can save the day. a song will save a life and the lyricist will save millions, a band can be commerical a face will save a second then kill an hour. a body will cure a week then fade away a heart & head will save a heart& head. a heart will secure a year a bottle will elad to twenty more [ oh and that medicine cupboard]. caner can save a relationship