all these painful memories im forced to relive is a constant reminder of how alive i actually am.
the bench, the stairs, the grass and the places we used to live like summer is forever. things that sound sweet when you still feel alive but after, you look at them and you wish you still felt the same. but yesterday is something i cant fix, i cant fix this alone. i cant fix what i broke all alone. you came and you went and im still wondering why.
he never wanted me to go but he told me to anyways and he left without a reason why.
and the clock seems to tick the same, sound seems to feel the same but i never fully healed. im starting to remove the stitches so i can fully make a recovery but i'll still have a scar, a small one but big enough for me to remember sometimes when im wondering how it happened. thats when i'll remeber the boy who made me realize that good things dont last.
and the clock remind me of summer.
