Tick to the tock

As time goes by I feel myself growing weaker, getting older, feeling less and less myself. I feel everything inside of me bubbling, filtering, escaping. My breath goes shallow as the night wears on and I hear it escape from my lips everytime I say "Sorry". Matters of the heart mutate from love to hate on a micro line that's easily tread. How life changes in mere moments when you hold on to the so called good times. For me...it was all a pain influenced haze.