Alone.
Images in my head, a blank page and errands to run.
Alone.
Thinking of the things that I wish could be done, perplexing emotions and red blood.
Tears.
Forever running from myself and those around me, a myriad of cycles that never cease as I watch the crystalline drops of my emotions fall onto my wrists.
Emotion.
Laying under my desk curled into a fetal position, (i'mnothingbutachild,asmallchildthatcanbegivenawayatthenextcorner) and I wonder how I've been able to continue on throughout the months, weeks, days, hours.
Minutes.
Each minute is like an eternity, watching the vague numbers on my new watch (itsblue,anattempttomakemyselfbeautifulwhenalliseeisscarsandpain) flick past, detonations of my life as I waste the time given to me, not knowing how long I have left.
Pictures.
Swirling in my head, ever alone, terrified and alone, wondering if what I wish will ever come to pass, if what I fear will instead.
Dreams.
I only dream of you. And even my dreams are starting to fade away. (justlikemyheart...)