Rants.

Everyone is latching onto me line leaches

I shouldn't feel as deeply as I feel. I've been staring at the blank ceiling, worrying, wondering, hoping, and sobbing. My pillow holds so many tears it's like a mini ocean with tiny fish and bigger fish eating each other up in hopes of staying alive. My walls  hold so many secrets I can hear them whispering them back to my slowly as I stare blankly, lifeless at the ceiling. I have my window open to remind myself that I'm human, that I have a beating heart and aching bones. The chill is what keeps me awake and dead at the same time. Arguing is all I know lately. I yell and everything. I yelled at the wall for giving me bad secrets, I threw my pillow across the room in hopes it would open a black hole and send it other places. I yelled at the ground for keeping sturdy because all I feel is broken, shattered into nothing more then a fine power. There's no more boy with the orange backpack. He was never there. There are no more puddles in the road, my rain boots don't fit and everybody is latching onto me like leaches. Sucking any life I have left out of me. I have a plan, a plan that I will be leaving this town, only same person, same face, new place. Give me 2 weeks and I promise I'll be gone with the wind, I'll be in a new area, the walls won't scream at me, the floor with finally cave in. And I will stay the same only somewhere new and maybe it's that hope that keeps me going.