I want to let my problems drop to the ground and shatter upon impact. turn up the volume of my favourite song and fall into it and
I don't care what i'll think tomorrow. I don’t want to. All the responsibilities whispering my name and the tears of stress sliding down my cheeks make me want to get lost.
if only for a while.
a number printed on ink means more than what's left on my mental sanity
and at 3 am. it's all i can think about when I wake up screaming, and breathing heavily - ****** out of a nightmare by a reflective reality.