I grew up believing time would heal any heart break or tragedy that life threw my way but as I lay here tonight I can feel the ticks in every second eating at my skin. This is not a stage of repair, for I am in the middle of destruction. I took every apology you had to give as a slap in the face, only to later on be asked why I held a shade of blue in my tone of color. I blamed the coldness of the weather instead of your heart.