Broken (Completed and editing)

Piano Room

"I am good for a while, I'll talk more, laugh more. Sleep and laugh normally. But then something happens like a switch turns off. And all I am left is with the darkness of my mind. But each time it seems like I sink deeper and deeper. And I am scared........terrified that one day I won't be able to make it back up again. I feel like I am gasping for air screaming for help. But everyone looks at me with confused faces. Wondering what am I struggling over when they're all just doing fine. And it makes me feel crazy.  

What the hell is wrong with me?"

Veronica's POV:

"Loving can hurt

Loving can hurt sometimes

But it's the only thing that I know

When it gets hard

You know it can get hard sometimes

It is the only thing that makes us feel alive

We keep this love in a photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing

Hearts are never broken

Times forever frozen still

So you can keep me

Inside the pocket

Of your ripped jeans

Holdin' me closer

'Till our eyes meet

You won't ever be alone

Wait for me to come home"

Imminent rays of sunlight were now making their way in the room, through the windows, waves of wind blowing my hair in a light wave, the curtains were all dancing with the rhythm of the wind. The sun was just emerging from the horizon, light coming through the trees behind my house like the sun had fought a battle with the moon all through the night and finally had gained victory. 

I was at the piano, singing a song my mom used to sing for me when I was little; it was Ed Sheeran's photograph. 

"Loving can heal

Loving can mend your soul

And it's the only thing that I know, know

I swear it will get easier

Remember that with every piece of ya

And it's the only thing we take with us when we die

We keep this love in this photograph

We made these memories for ourselves

Where our eyes are never closing

Our hearts were never broken

Times forever frozen still

So you can keep me

Inside the pocket

Of your ripped jeans

Holdin' me closer

'Till our eyes meet

You won't ever be alone"

Ed's songs soothe me. Mom was an expert when it came to singing her voice was so good, I could listen to it forever. It would be a norm for dad to find me either listening or dosing off on this very bench beside mom. I had once recorded mom's voice when she sang. It is the only thing I have of hers along with a photograph that I hung in this room, and a letter I got when I turned 16.