I am the world crumbling around you.
I'm bad memories and thoughts.
I usually come at night, when all is dark and you are small.
I'm the sad songs blasting through your headphones, the hole in your heart where something once was but has been torn out with such a great force it takes every moment of your focus just to stay alive.
I'm a hurricane blaring in your mind
A stitch I'm your side, a piano song played by tears and angry fists.
I am regret.
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Bullshit From My Brain
PoetryRandom bullshit like poems, short stories, or just random thoughts