The lid of a stained glass bottle,
leaves a burning sensation in my palm.
What was I hoping for?
Surely, this message will wrinkle-
my painful words silently drifting away.
And all that'd be left was my starving soul,
craving to be found someday.

Life is a high that takes you on a trip more like a journey and as time goes by you look at things differently then you normally would. From happiness to depression life can be one hell of a drug but it can also make or be the start of something beautiful.

It ***** being me you know? Being sprung doing everything humanly possible to put a smile on your face looking at my phone every 5 seconds thinking you finally responded but never have? Waiting and waiting five minutes then ten twenty an hour.. you try not to think for the worst but when it keeps happening you just get nervous.. your heart starts to act up.. and your doubt takes control of this train going deep into a wild rollercoaster.. you try to past the time but you still check if she finally responded but still nothing back.. you see that she finally sees the message but never replies.. waiting.. give minitues.. ten.. twenty.. and hour.. nothing.. and you sink deep into a depression. Looking waiting for a a miracle to happen but never comes. And now you lay down on your soaked pillow just barely holding on having that little spark of hope but .. as the night goes by.. so does your belief.