There’s this ache in my head
It viciously runs my spine
Is it because I’m very sad,
Or because of all that wine?
It becomes terribly confusing
To stand still, almost paralyzed
it’s completely terror inducing
it twists my mind as sterilized
Completely empty it might be
Assaulted thoughts of worry
And the biggest burden for me
Is that letter reading “I’m sorry”
Apr 3, 2014
Apr 3, 2014 at 10:21 PM UTC
There’s this ache in my head
It viciously runs my spine
Is it because I’m very sad,
Or because of all that wine?
It becomes terribly confusing
To stand still, almost paralyzed
it’s completely terror inducing
it twists my mind as sterilized
Completely empty it might be
Assaulted thoughts of worry
And the biggest burden for me
Is that letter reading “I’m sorry”
A rough morning.
