Its one of those nights
the sickening ache in my stomach won’t leave
everything is so loud i cannot hear peoples speech,
just the screams of the voices so tightly compact in my head.
They are bottled up inside yearning to get out.

I’ve been thinking too much of you

telling my self to stop saying sorry under my breath.
As if you could hear me.

My hands shake
I dropped the glass of water
it smashes to the kitchen floor
glass and liquid
scattered across the room
my blood smeared across the laminate flooring as i try to clean up my mess.
Nothing ever seems to go right for me
I cannot even keep myself alive