august has ended,
september's begun.
in a room of three and still,
i feel like the only one.
and maybe rainy days can't take the pain away,
neither can metaphorical knives slicing through the fabric hung barriers strung within my mind.
it hurt.
it hurt hurting when everyone else was in a good mood,
it hurt when i cried too much alone and tried holding in tears accompanied in a room.
it hurt too much.
my heart's still beating the average number per minute and my brain is no short of ideas but the feelings i harbour and the sadness is so overwhelming but my brain can't seem to be okay,
in a room where everything is,
i am not.
18:42
