Random emo shit

Clockwork.

She wrote inky words on decaying paper
Hoping
Wishing
That they would stay.

That the strokes of black ink
Would remain on the page.

For she had these thoughts that
Would one day disappear
Into the abyss of her mind
That was ticking much too loud.

Thoughts
Stresses
Failures
Desires

All bouncing around her head
Each individual fighting to be
Focussed on first.

Too occupied with the
Scrambling turmoil inside her
She forgot to feel.

She just followed the motion
Of the wind created by others
Movements.
Followed the mechanical system
Of the world.

She was the tiniest cog in a giant clock.

But when a cog is put out,
The whole system follows.

It became broken,
Along with her.

She noticed this break and
tried
Tried
Tried
To fix herself.

Eventually she thought it best
To get a new piece instead
Of wasting time on fixing the
Unfixable.

The paper decayed, escaped thoughts escaping existence.

And the clock store became quiet, deserted, abandoned.

And the clock ticked no more tocks.
For it couldn't work without the right
Part.