Inside me is a whirlwind of emotions that no one not even you could understand,
it's not that I expect you to.
Stuck within are the moments that remind me how weak I still am even though I am trying my best to be strong.
Your snide remarks don't ever help at all, just verifying these demons in my head.
My hands shake while my entirety submerges into a cold sea of unwanted yet written memories.
So this is what it'd feel like every year,
Well at least now I know.