The days turned to months turned to years. And yes, I too have changed, as spring turns to summer, summer turns to winter
I can only look back to that cold fractured watch wondering how the sweet good times have become bitter memories to swallow.
I look at the mirror staring at the monster that stares back at me. The praises, the love, appreciation where did it all go? Where did that person go, cause I can't recognise this one. It hurts so much I'm numb to the once called pain. I'm coming back, I don't know when but I know I can't be undead and crazy. I definitely want to be alive then find that last strand of saneness. We speak hope then... For now we try to speak hope and just fail miserably but time always changes and so should you.