My head hurts today, much in like my chest does most days.
The sun has hid away, just like all that's left of my will.
Alone, a somber feeling, an empty space. Where the thoughts become clearer.
Like a fake smile on my face.
A facade I live, I'm fine. Dont worry about me, I'm happy.
Reality is being emotionally crippled, head wandering, browsing memories.
Desperately wishing for them to be scattered like confetti across the room.
They dont, and I'm left writing another poem.