It hit me hard, Your words. You thought that they would flutter away, You thought they would dissipate into the warm summer air. Your words. Instead of ignoring them, Like I should've been able to do, I turned them over and over in my head. Repeating them until the only thing in my mind was a cacophony of sound. Your words. My own mind was now telling me that I was worthless, How could it betray me? Your words. They ruined my train of thought. Train... they hit me like a train. Your words.
A draft I've had for a while now, might as well publish it.