This page is for my rage and confusion of what could have and should've happened.
This page will scream, because that is something that I couldn't do.
This page will cry.
This page is for all hope lost, something that might take years to restore.
This page is for life deteriorating.
This page is for the dark clouds that wouldn't rain. the constant thunder ringing in my ears.
This page is for all broken promises, the wilted roses, the 'what-ifs' that's causing me to sink.
I've been drowning since.
