Listening to: Yellowcard - Finish Line
Mutti finally had to give some sleeping pills so I would stop thinking, stop crying and go to sleep.
Music has a power over you. Music is the way to express your emotions. When words cannot express, music can. The same lyrics come to my head, "I'm not leaving you, I'm not leaving you."
A remedy for a broken heart
That had shattered like glass
The jagged tiny pieces began to prick her
The stinging, the blood
Slowly poured onto the floor
The shrieks, the moans
The pain she had been through
Alas, the sharpest piece had impaled her
From behind her back
The gasp, the shock
The final breathless, "Why?"