Like turning back around hoping for something more.
Ironically,
Its not walking away, when what youre walking away from was already gone.

Just let me cry this all out tonight.
Tear open every wound.
Let it hurt so bad, non stop.
Let the nightmares come.
Until it runs dry.
And I can't cry anymore. And you can't possibly tear any more wounds.
And it can't possibly hurt anymore because the impossible limit to pain has hit.
And that nightmares start running out of ideas.
Tonight. Please.

posted by Nubcakechan @ 10:33 PM