do you ever read me?
notice me?
remember our times together?
you have been the story of my life.
and even now,
when i think i am over you,
i cry.



crashing is the worst feeling in the world.
i'm trying to brace for impact,
but i know it's still going to hurt.
i've been here before.
i still have the scars.
i just ignore them.
i'm just waiting for the time to go by.
i'm counting the minutes till i heal.
i'm looking forward to the hour when i become a stronger person.



in the future
i envision myself waking up in a very dark room.
not even being able to recognize my own hand in front of my face.
being lost, with no recollection of where i was,
who i was with,
and what i was doing.