i’ve always been told
that 3am is some haunted hour
where your subconscious thoughts
claw their way into reality
but 4am is the true evil
it’s the unbearable silence
when the monsters in my head
stand at the edges of my vision
to watch me toss and turn
people tell me i will survive. that i won’t be able to remember this one day. that i will get over it. and maybe i will. but i will not forget. my blood, and my bones, and my cells, and my sprint won’t let me. they will never let me recover from you.
my worst nightmare is being stuck in this terribly boring town doing something mediocre.
when i see you now you look very bit like the man i knew years ago except for your eyes. your eyes carry a millennia of pain, passion, and everything in between.
you’re a melody
that is ingrained in
my head
but i cant quite remember
how the last part goes
nothing. i feel nothing.
i love my brothers. it doesn’t matter that we come from different parents. they would give up anything to be there for me.
peace is white like my dress. i just wish my dress didn’t have those horrific blood stains.
i have this terrible longing hiding inside my chest.
i take a deep breath in the mirror and think about how different i am now.
i think i hate hospitals, and the stinky hand soap, and a nurse’s fake smile, and the overhead lighting, and the quiet doctors, and the cold tile floors, and the cheap tissues, and the bland food, and the way you’ll never be the same.