and thats when i know im going mad.

the years are shorter than days

and the leaves always grow back.

although i am never wrong,

i am not always right.

home again.

one foot after another, the floorboards creaking after everystep. i tried to stay silent and unnoticable, but that would not of worked with the constant sqeak. 

when i reached the bedroom, i sighed in relief. coming home late is never a good thing. 

i shut the door lightly and tip toed to the bed, throwing off my shoes when i sat down. 

i was wasted, dizzy, and tired. my mind was jumbled. 

i placed my head on my pillow and sighed, noticing the window was not open. 

closed window equals no sleep. no sleep equals horrible hangover.

i groaned as i stood up once again, every bone in my body popping. 

again, one foot after the other. blackness surrounding me.

it was a short walk to the window. i grasped the handle and pulled it up, it making a sqeaking noise. i groaned again, the sound was too loud.

once more, one foot after the other back to the bed. i laid down, my head aching. 

i closed my eyes.

iwillneverforget

What did I want to say? My mind was jumbled. Words surrounded me, making it hard to choose the right ones. I saw things that weren't there, just visions and images my eyes invented to scare me. 

I tumbled over to the window, as my weak arms pulled it open. I took a deep breath as the sweat from my forehead evaporated into the cold, snowy air. 

What was wrong with me? Was I going insane? Nothing seemed fair.

Snowflakes fumbled onto my eyelashes, melting at the first touch. 

Melting. Thats what I felt like doing. Falling...

Darkness filled my vision when I hit the ground. No one could hear my quiet screams, only my own ears.

Tears drowned my screaming, and everything came back. 

I gasped for the air that didn't seem to be there. Two attempts is what it took to get up and back to my window. 

Breathing was harder than it should of been.