like notes found in pockets, coats of your fathers, lost and forgotten.
-ghost under rocks, ra ra riot.
my little aching heart can't continue to go on like this. my smile is going to fade if all i can do is wish; all i can do is dream. my skin is growing tighter, and i'm falling far from those things i need. soon i'll simply be of these rigid bones, tired eyes, and broken dreams. my eyes are shut, but i'm not sleeping, and this silence is just breaking me down, down. i can't continue to move on like this. i know soon, i will simply be forgotten. all i can do is fear. i need you to hold me closer, to help me see that you'll be there for me.
