I let the water run down me and wish I could wash away some of my thoughts.
Rinse and repeat and repeat.
If the angels could broadcast my hurt,
maybe this high pitch key of terrible wouldn't happen again.
An imperfect human heart can only weigh so much.
Don't weigh my down anymore.
If I could fall back in the covers and sleep away my pain for just a little while longer, I would.
But even my dreams are dreaming the same.
It's what happens before the happily ever after, that makes it a happily ever after.
Powering down for now.
