I wish I was normal.
I wish what hurt,  hurt the entire time.

One day it's soul crushing,
I can't eat or breathe without thinking about it.
For the next three days it doesn't matter.
I can think on it all day.
I feel the same,
It isn't a big deal...
I overreacted again.

The fifth day it shackles me to bed.
I remember how profoundly hurt I am.

I wish I could feel normal.
Yet, during the day I feel dramatic,
And cry myself to sleep every night.