I can feel my life slowly starting to crumble apart. It's was falling apart in small little grains, but now it's falling apart in nibbles. Who knows when a large chunk of it is going to fall off into the water that is all the lives bustling about me?

I'm standing in a crowd of moving people, staring at them as they pass and just soaking it all in. They're all moving far too fast to realize that I'm crying.

I'm not a little girl anymore, after all. No kind stranger will stop and ask me what's wrong, or why I look so scared. I'm a big girl now; I can take care of myself.

What if I can't, though? What if I still need someone to hold my hand or give me a nudge in the right direction? I'm fourteen. Come on.

I can feel it, as I've said before. I'm screaming but no one can hear me. No one. No one! No one's here TO hear me! My spine is broken, my neck is snapped, I can't move, but I can scream.

But everyone above me is still going about and ignoring the shrieks they're hearing.



Slow the fuck down. Help me out a little here; I'm sure I'm not the only one screaming.




I met Davey Havok, by the way. Even his gorgeous-ness isn't making me feel happy enough, which, I know, sounds retarded. Who cares. I don't.
~Shadownia