It’s 4 am and it’s pouring rain and Im thinking about the last time my mom told me she loved me.
It’s 4:13 and I remember that I never got to say goodbye.
It’s 4:18 and my shoes are soaked and the next bus isn’t coming for another hour. My eyes are playing tricks on me and my thoughts are getting louder.
It’s 4:25 and I remember why I stopped on this bench because this was where my heart sank through the rotting cracks and this is where I left you and your god damn apology note.
It’s 4:30 and I’m thinking about the summer we spent in and out of each other’s beds. Which reminds me, I should take a shot of whiskey before I head to bed.
It’s 4:41 and my meds are wearing off and the OCD is starting to kick in I counted exactly how much change I’ve found on the ground. 7 pennies, 2 nickels, 5 dimes, 1 quarter. There’s a wet dollar bill near the sewer.
It’s 4:53 and I thought I saw the shadow of my father near the side of the road, but maybe that was just my imagination since the only image I have of him is him running out into traffic.
It’s 5:01 and it’s safe to say my xanax has worn off because my paranoia is creeping in and I swear I’m hearing your voice, because a lull noise is buzzing through my head but I can’t make out the words.
It’s 5:03 and my bus is here and the voices were saying “save me”.Rainy night (via safetyslut)