My heart is pounding. Dizziness is just a side effect of yelling. The shower drain swallowed the saltiness Bleeding from my eyes and while trying To recover the words I screamed at the Shower walls- I still feel nothing. My heart is pounding. One part because of the pain And two parts because my life is a self Confessed mess filled with majorly ******* up Minds and severely suicidal teenagers. I think I am still dreaming but if my dream Were to come true, I wouldn't be breathing. My heart is pounding. The moon serenades the sun to sleep and The stars listen to my sob stories. Maybe if they were to flicker away I wouldn't Notice because they are merely background Noise in another one of your haunting lullabies. My heart is still pounding.