Aug 2015
A new day
Full of old thoughts,
Clamouring to be heard.
An inner monologue
Stuck on repeat
The needle scratching
On my skull.
I long for silence
But wouldn't know
What to do with it.
Full of old thoughts,
Clamouring to be heard.
An inner monologue
Stuck on repeat
The needle scratching
On my skull.
I long for silence
But wouldn't know
What to do with it.
