Poetry

Haunted Head

Half of the time I'm not listening
It's like a hammer pounding in my skull
Happens quite often
Where these hateful memories are stored
I hang into the past so much
Which causes harm to my loved ones
It's so hard to move on
It's almost a habit
To handle things like this
To harvest my emotions
Happy, sad, mixed emotions all jumble into one
Hardships, friendships, relationships
All seem hazardous to my heart
Half of the time I'm not listening
To busy in my haunted head