It's only a phase.
My chest is aching. My heart is pounding. My stomach is twisting. I want to scream. The blackness inside is bursting out of me, its splashing onto the walls.
By Holding Hands With Shadows3 years ago in Poets
Speeding down the empty road, Faster and faster around the bends. Adrenaline bursting from the seams. Trees drenched in gold, windows down.
This phase is always the hardest. I'm just a sliver, barely letting off any light at all. Everything is dark. I lie awake endlessly waiting for the pressure to subside.