If you’ve never prayed your hardest, you’ll do it when hit this damn near fatal crash in the road. You’ll need the insight of something bigger than yourself because you won’t know for certain which way to go. They all want to stay here for comfort but flee for freedom from a broken dream at the same time. We all get numb to the pain of heartbreak after the same tears have been cried. Looking back, he lied and she lied, and the relationship was built on bitter truths and pretty false promises. The bond wasn’t broken; the problem was that it was never built strong enough in the first place, it was never truly solid. And at the second trace, she replayed everything in her head. She stayed in for three days and cried herself to sleep a hundred times in her bed. She’ll give up on everything that includes you and light this fairytale on fire because it wasn’t enough to burn through your head; it only got her too caught up. She sits in silence as there is madness in her head, and just when she thought the tears had ceased, she fell to her knees and they rained harder instead. Her music doesn’t do her any good at this phase of writing the wrongs, she doesn’t even have the courage to listen to a single r&b song. She’s such a good girl but the pain works like thorns and she says, “I’d rather be bad.” Scrolling down her music, give me something harsh, I want cruelty, something to match these scars. She plays rock and some sick rap, some raunchy shit, and with love’s death in her head she fades back to black with dread. She could trade crack rock for love, it would be the same thing, bring the same pain, fuck you up in the same damn way. She looked at the ground, staring just to find strength in her soul and honesty in her intentions, all she found was a thousand things she forgot to mention. She pushed herself away from him and in this black hole she got shoved. And she hopes for the sake of fairness, one day he too hits the bottom of his love.