I write.
I started writing sometime last year, and it helped me make some sense of all the chaos inside my head.
Before you think this is clichéd, give this book of verse a chance.
I don't know, I just need to write stuff right now.
When you thought you found the one,
after all this time,
after all the poeple that left,
and it turns out,
she loves someone else.
For when the rain comes,
and the hail,
and all hell is unleashed,
out of nowhere.