iron.

the smell of iron fills the desperate air as I lay awake on my bed, wide-eyed and stare my mind lingers in the past yet the world still spins fast, I ponder and ask myself, "Was this worth it?" oh, but I was never supposed to forfit. for now, it's all my fault It's no longer only my problems locked in the vault. for now they are shared with everyone, to spread among the rising sun.