Time & Time Again

Harley, age 29

The world went on like it always did, and with each passing day, a part of me died. The part that had once been kept alive by a boy as broken as I was.

I became a shell of a man hollowed out by the expectations and weight of my life.

I was drowning.

Completely consumed by all the things I don’t know how to fight.

There was no saving myself.

There was no hope.

There was no beacon guiding me home.

All I had was the endless ticking of a clock I wished I could stop forever.

-Harley, age 29