June 1st

Tears stream down a torn face, could this be the solution to the crime he was looking for? Rain begins to fall mixing with the soggy tears. No one would find him, for how could they? They never truly understood the way he felt. The unending labyrinth of his heart. He tried to share what was on the inside multiple times to be torn down by criticism, being called lazy. Is it really being lazy when he cannot even focus on his own thoughts clearly anymore? What is happening to him. He looks for the cure from those are close, but none can help him. He is on his own, with no one else beside him. Can he unlock his heart? Can he heal the wounds that have been repeatedly reopened? What will happen to him? Each day that passes, another part of him leaves him. The blood begins to leak from his head, and blends into the rain around him. His eyes glisten above at the beautiful texture of the gray clouds as lightening brightens up the scenery, from time to time. His heart beats with the thunder. Each beat fills his mind with memories of them.. slowly the cracks begin to emerge in the once whole heart that is now being held with stitches, and scotch tape. His breath begins to catch as the shards fall. His hand graps within it a picture of the last time we were happy.. and as the last piece falls.. with it the shimmer in his eyes, and the memories of us.