It hurts so bad. My heartbeat echoes throughout my body full of pain and despair. My throat constricts and my eyes burn as the tears threaten to swallow me whole. Why do you hurt me so badly? Why do memories leave such an impression on my soul? These memories from last night are on repeat in my mind and it's making the pain all the more real. My dreams have consisted of you and I last night and the things we said and the things we did. I woke up a few minutes ago expecting to be in your arms but instead I was alone in my bed with no one to call home. I want to feel the thrill of the alcohol as it runs through my veins, igniting every piece of me with energy and passion and fire. I want to go back to last night when I could barely form a sentence I was so drunk, where everything was so damn funny. I'm a broken mess and all I want to do is break down and cry. The music that is playing is just causing me more and more pain, Unbearable pain, because it's the same songs from last night.
God I just wish I could go back to last night.
I wish I could go back to the days where I was seven years old and had no worries and had no heart break.
But I can't. This is the now and all I can do is suffer through the pain in silence.
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PoetryAfter all, we are all just a big bunch of broken humans that are trying to stay alive in a world that will do anything to bring us to our knees.
