it’s all coming back
the sleepless nights
the crying in the middle of the day
the “i can’t do anything right”
the getting so lost in my damn mind
the wanting to die
the run-away
the anxious performer
the faking a smile
the “i am fine”
the “what i am doing here?”
the tears that kept falling
why can’t i make it stop?
like how i can’t stop the rain from pouring
the sun from shining and the birds from singing
i can’t suddenly stop myself from being
so sad all the fucking time.
t.l.
the demons are slowly creeping up on me
to tell me they have never left.
Tsunami of Words 