read my eyes just like a diary

[_faith_]

There was nothing but silence. The faint ticking of the clock in her room was like a metronome, counting out the seconds and the minutes and the hours that she spent alone. Reaching out felt like stepping off of a precipice, not even looking to see if there was a net at the bottom.

She had been trying to write the note for an hour, getting more and more frustrated. The words were not coming. The page was filled with scratch-outs and smudges, and she stared blankly at it, tears filming her eyes. For a girl who was not good with words, she had a wellspring of them inside, where nobody else could hear. She could not say them, because it was her own fault. All of it.

And there was nothing but emptiness.

She tore the page to shreds, scattering them, snapping the pen into and not caring as it bled ink all over her hands.

There was nothing.

Grey ceiling on the earth
Well it could last us for awhile
Take my thoughts for what they're worth
I've been acting like a child
Your opinion, what is that
It's just a different point of view
What else, what else can I do
I said I'm sorry, yeah, I'm sorry
I said I'm sorry but what for?
If I hurt you then I hate myself
I don't wanna hate myself
Don't wanna hurt you
Why do you choose your pain
If you only knew how much I love you
Love you
I won't be your winter
I won't be anyone's excuse to cry
We can be forgiven
and I will be here