morning after.

good things have a habit of disappearing quickly.
money goes before you realise what it's been spent on.
trust is shattered like a pretty vase falling to the floor, faster than you can save it.
dignity slips away quietly, unnoticed, like a happy dream.
faith slides through your fingers like fine, white sand on a beach.
people - friends, family - a few bitter words spoken in anger, or words not spoken at the right moment, and then it's too late, they're just...

gone.

then the remorse comes, like crashing waves, drowning, choking.
choking sobs. tears, salty like the sea, but there's no blissful, assuring beach anymore. only merciless, unforgiving guilt, and a riptide pulling you deeper into that dark place that's so hard to escape without the help of those friends and family you so foolishly pushed away.

'i'm sorry'
the words are tossed around so easily, but they are heartfelt. i just hope they reach the right people, and are believed.