Rory's P.O.V
I find it hard to move forward with my life
in a world where love is hate. My once
unbreakable strength keeps on drawing
the breath right out of me and I can't
fight away the tears. Coldhearted, people
forget that I am apart of the human species,
therefore they treat me however they want to.
They tear me down like a skyscaper and I am torn
from within just like paper. Falling to pieces, all of my
fears are becoming a reality and I am in need of some
pillow talk. I feel safe in my favorite secret place in
which is my bedroom where I encounter serenity and
I have a lot of breathing space. I rest my head on my
pillow and bury myself in my grief. Let the rain come
and flood this home of mine, my bedroom. I cry until
I have cried my last tear and fall into a deep sleep.