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My life is like a broken ticking clock. Each tick is the greatest time my life, but sadley the tock detests me and sends down into a horrible place. The longer the tick, the longer happiness and peace drown me into its waterfall. But the tock rips my insides out with pain. Sometimes my clock will skips minutes or hours or just pause. With that I forget what happens to me minutes, days even years at a time. When my clock restarts, I realize all the things that I missed, lost, and forgoted is lost. No matter how much I try, I cant fix my clock. No matter how many times I ask ppl to help fix or how many long dark nights I lay awake w/ it, clucth tighty in my arms praying for it to be fix, it remains broken. Maybe thats how I will be. Broken.