vomit and tears
rolling out of bed choking on tears and vomit.sickness and anger colliding at once to make this mess inside my diluted brain. Two people are conversing but still i faintly hear only myself being yelled at.The wind carries my thoughts back into the room,allowing nothing to escape through the windows or doors,and i wait. Can it stop,or will it go on until it bores me and i leave.The cycle revolves over and over,the continues sound that hurts so badly.pale and silenced after being drained of all that i had left,its over now.Back alone where i can breathe air unrecycled,think thoughts without meaning and hope for something better.It ends this way,better then it started only in illusion,setting up any new chances to come.Thank you for being here,you make me question and realize things although i hate you for it in the process.Things are fine underneath but somehow im still failing to dig deep enough.