I sit back against the wall.

The vent sends hot air up my shirt.

Tears rolling down my cheeks as I think of the times I had fun with my friends.The times we were laughing and could not stop. The time when you smiled with them as you told story's. 

Now all they are is distant memories, slowly fading, slowly drowning in the sadness that fills me.

The warm air brings comfort to me in alone times. I only hear ticking of clocks and tears hitting my clothes and floor.

I sit there wondering if things will get better. Hoping they will. Praying they will.