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introduction
Current mood:
 nostalgic
the back of my throat burns
for the moments i spent
sobbing in my car,
driving down an empty town road,
each second the increasing sound of my car accelerating
disturbing the still of the night.
i would close my eyes, my lungs in flames
as i would scream until i ran out of breath,
until all i can feel is sandpaper
up against my vocal cords
coaxing them into a deep unknown sleep.
i screamed until there's nothing
left to say, and then
i cried until there's nothing
left to cry over.
i empty my soul into the night,
but it's never enough.
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anxious
angsty
irritated
