I write — not particularly about me, but what floats around in my mind
(Realizes — 2 years later — that the majority of her work is either depressing or oozing with drama)
*takes a deep breath*
No matter how long I cry,
No matter how hard I try,
I still can’t get away from you.
(I am Haunted by Words).
I gazed out my blurry window pane,
and raised my eyebrows at the rain,
falling in full droplets, smacking the sidewalk,
and everything else underneath it