built an empty house
to contain my memories
that threaten my sanity
but, it seems,
no matter how hard i try
these memories in my head
won’t stop banging doors
and destroying my floors
until i’m at the end
shivering on my threadbare bed
a small kid huddling
under the covers
scared eyes peeking over
at the door that threatens to break
wondering when they will come rushing in
and when my breaths will end.
hey hey hey feeling frustrated today… if anyone has good news who reads this, leave it in the comments ❤ would love some good news today 🙂