I still don’t feel well, my mind is so scrambled, heart keeps pounding, eyes keep burning and living hurts. That’s how it feels living without love, an inner torture like a giant panic button going off. The sound of screaming I WILL NEVER LOVE OR BE LOVED AGAIN.
The grinding of cogs and broken machinery becoming the soundtrack of life. Rust and dust begin to line the valves of my heart, your heart, our hearts.
