A/N : I've become addicted to writing lately; I've written a lot in the past few days - most likely to me being in a depressed funk. This drabble is dark and could be considered as a Miley centric. It's weird, I got the idea while listening to my ipod and looking at the ticking clock, and it turned into something deep and dark. On my stories, I'm not sure when I'll update them, maybe when I feel inspired, but for now, I'll just be writing drabbles or oneshots.
Disclaimer : Own nothing; whatsoever.
D e a t h l y mind-boggling never ending ticks
increasing in sound
t a u n t i n g the guiltiness in her broken heart
patiently waiting for a quiet murmer
regrets and c o u l d h a v e b e e n s fill the stale air
deathly silence reveals the cold hearted truth that stares her deeply into her widen eyes
with every breath and turn
she finds it hard to e s c a p e the tragedy
thoughts of overdose and cutting cross her tormented mind
tempting her v u l n e r a b i l i t y
a sign of protectiveness and sincerity cross her worn out path
begging her to r e t h i n k this complicated process
pleading that the worse is far over
if she only could see the light
e v e r y t h i n g would fall in place
and she would finally get her happy ending
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A/N : Thoughts? Like it? Hate it? So-so? Feedback is appreciated.