I’m sitting in front of his house
It’s been 6 years from that night...
I feel nervous at first
as there is only blackness...
Im triggered today by everything
I don’t know how long it will stay...
Pink and spotted, I’m vibrant but childish
I see the same bed, whether it be made or a mess...
You shine so bright I'm feeling sunburnt/
Those things are nice, must bring you comfort...
The ride back
home was silent...
Should I meditate?
Should I medicate...
We’re all broken
We’re all in pain...
Under haunted skies,
another sleepless night...
Who needs
street lamps anyway...
Stretch for that thread,
tug on it for assistance...
I don't know if time really heals,
but the tears I bled will always be scarred upon...