your heart is pumping and your eyes are heavy,
the moon is out but all you see is darkness.
Hope is a stranger who never stops chatting on the bus and you just want wish to be left alone with your sad songs on full volume.
it’s alright you are just grieving,
there is a large purple ball of hurt in your throat and you can’t seem to pull yourself out of bed.
today the hardest thing you did was shower
and food...