Theres a point when the strength you have starts to slip through your grip. When you thought the storm was calming and the clouds were clearing. When the sounds of agony were coming to a close.
Then you find yourself alone.
Alone with the thoughts that the damage can not be repaired. Alone with the thumping pain that radiates in your chest out and down to your finger tips. Alone with the warmth once more rolling down your cheeks and your sight becoming a little more unclear. Alone with emotions that you cant seem to bare.
Then the memories wont stop.
They wont stop running through your mind. They wont stop calling at your name, filling every corner of your mind. They wont stop reminding you of what you miss what you thought you would never need. They don't stop to let you catch your breath, they flash images at an uncontrolled speeds. They don't stop long enough to put up walls. The memories don't stop until they make your Knees buckle and bend. Leaving you Bruised and broken in the end...
Then the tears began to fall.
