Secrets I Whisper to the Stars at Night

Unpredictable

Here, then gone the next

It was always like this

So sudden, so quick

Heavy with emotion, irrational

Tears falling down her face

Sobs released in the wind

Then came the pain

Hands were pink

From punching the wall and other things

Headache pounding her skull

Afterwards, it was all done,

She wipes her face

Of tears and snot

She took a deep breath

Then the feeling is gone.

She will ask herself,

"What's happening to me?"

Then she will laugh and think,

"I'm truly fucked up."

It is always like this:

Anger, pain, numbness.

She must be truly mad

Darkness closing in again

All she can do is welcome it.