It Hurts But It May Be The Only Way

Tell me I'm screwed. I'm a girl screwed-over with no bright future, with an empty mind and an ambling soul. Either that or it's just plain in-between, like I've been all my life.

One more week, seven days, 168 hours, and I'll be stuck at the crossroads, even more so than I am right now. Wait, how do you get even-more-stuck? Maybe it just means, deeper into the abyss you go, fool.

You're sure one more week? It's going to take longer than that for you to climb out of the state you're in right now. I'm sorry to say, all you know is to Run Away.

Charred hearts, Black, Damp
Litter the stone, Cold.
Slumped lifeless over the rocks, our love erodes
Peels away gradually, as the tide rose.
The white wings of a gull spread overhead,
vanish into the Sun,
Like it never mattered before.

Grit the pearly-whites and you'll stick it through.