Poetry Shorts

Can't

Everyday I feel is its own rant.

Every breath is its own story.

And every stab to my heart is another tear down my face.
Bitch
Annoying
Stupid
Shut up
Go away
Idiot
Witch
Demon

I don't think that's normal to hear every day.

But yet I do.

And no matter who its from,

Its always at me.

That's a couple more tears.

A thousand more rants.

And maybe a few less stories because of these suffocating sobs.