A few close ones tell us that we'll get better. We'll wake up one day and not feel like our skin is sewn to our beds, and our lips glued to each other. One day we'll wake up and not feel like our backs are bleeding sorrow from all the tearing away from the comfort of our sleep. One day we'll sing and not want to stay silent for the rest of the day. One day we'll not feel tired even after a long nap. One day we'll listen to an entire song and not want to shut off every noise there is around us. One day we'll make it through our day without a red and white pill and we'll not oscillate between dead and anxious and alive three times a day. One day we'll breath like it doesn't hurt. One day we'll make ourselves some breakfast and remember the times we couldn't and that day we'll be thankful that they were right when they said, 'This too shall pass'.

- The Broken Clock