No matter what i try to do I can't seem to get this right and the only thing that calms me down is writing poetry by candle light but that gets so damn lonely. I wish someone would teach me the art of letting go because the only people I used to vent to aren't answering their phones and I'm sure it's because I can usually do this on my own but these times are quickly raging. I'm holding on to our memories but the old days continue aging and I think the clock is racing me because I'm wide awake when it's finally time to sleep. It wears me down and makes me break until I find myself begging, handing out apologies. I apologize too much because I feel like I'm doing something wrong. It's because these people stare at me so strangely and for so long but I guess this will all make sense eventually and I will emerge from the corner in which my failures lurk and I've wished on 11:11, shooting stars, on birthday candles but it never seems to work. The waves wash all my troubles away, removes them from my reach but the only problem is that while I adore the water, I can't stand the beach so I guess I'll pick up this pen that's been staring at me all day and write my heart away, sell my soul to a piece of paper until I fall asleep.
