I've been up since 9 am the previous day, and without my glasses i can barely make out the 10:47 am, fuck. Nausea starts to feel around and finally, just as i try to sleep, wraps its hand around my throat. Leaving me breathless, dry,, and once again missing something i never even had.
As i turn my head to face the window, i realize it's pouring rain, and for once, i came to a realization that actually made sense...
Maybe, just maybe, people like "us", more so me, find comfort in the rain because, well, we're not crying alone anymore.
YOU ARE READING
everything is going to hell
Poetrythis is a letter from my past to current self, that i felt is poetic enough to share with all of you! if anything is not in caps that you think needed, or punctuation.. its intentional for the most part. just idk man have a good read and maybe find...
