Crash... it's the sound of your life coming to an end, there is no pause no warning no time left to pretend. Boom that's the loud sound that used to comfort you at night, from gunshots to fireworks never knew what it was but it calmed you right? As the smell of wet rain after it's soaked into a dirty ground and washed away terrors of yesterday, as the look of the sky getting darker brought a smile with that perfect shade of grey. Broken windows and the sound of the glass used to make you laugh, the same consequences you only cared about half. Running away was the actions of adrenaline pumping through you thinking you had the power to give yourself a better tomorrow, truest part of that now is running only brings more sorrow! Comfort is harder to come by now and there is no more home for you to run from, now all you're stuck with is cold facts of what you could have been, should have been, cracked images of what you've become!
About the Creator
Kayde Picerno
So this is me, a little fake crooked smile and my deepest darkest most heartbreaking and at times inspiring thoughts. Im mostly a poet, but ide like to write a series of childrens books. Im publishing just here i really hope you enjoy ty:)
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