7 am, awoken by a buzz
My whereabouts a mystery to my brain
In the early hours, a foggy mind
Tries to regain itself
Yesterday's events come rushing back
As though a floodgate were opened somewhere
The water pressure stings my eyes
I drown my cries within a pillow
It was all my fault
That can never be undone
I tried to leave January behind
Though I know it'll come back around
I released a mere fragment
Of what was left in my heart
Yet, I gave up on myself
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Random Short Stories/Poems
RandomWARNING: May be disturbing or graphic This will contain short stories and poems that I write just because! Some will be horror, some sweet, some just plain weird
