The greatest birthday

Because I am emotionally shot. Warn down to the bone. Tossed into the sea with a great big anchor.

"It's not over!" she begged and pleaded. As she clenched her hands into tight fists and slammed her hand into the wall. Once again she held her ipod close to her chest and rocked back and forth, buried under the great white covers that lay over her. And she cried. Forever, hours and days it seemed. She is back to the start, not but a clean slate. Just a reminder of how forgotten she feels. Just a weary reminder of how she is hopeless and can never get what she thinks is right.

It's never right. It's never right. Ever.

"It can't be... It just can't be over..." she cried. She was bawling, shaking and screaming the words over and over again. Her heart was lit by a match and burned down to the very ashes. That song will inevitably repeat over and over again, but it won't matter. Everything seems the same, shot and hopeless.

And as much peace that she wanted, she couldn't have.

Let me hold my tears in dearly. And rock myself to sleep. Because the days must go on,

the days must go on.