Reading over old poems and I’m thinking,
I used to care so **** much
Like everything to me was so intense, I’d be having normal day and something extremely mild would annoy me immensely and I’d just crack daily,
I used to be so broken
my soul was eggshells and my heart was always in pain when I tried to fall asleep at night all I’d feel was rain, of blood of tears thunder screaming my fears lightning flashing my life
Not like there was ever anything worth the blinding light that shattered my darkness, and brought me back to my pain...