Mental Storm


United States
34° 29' 18.204" N, 82° 39' 49.2192" W

My mind is broken full of tears a never ending storm of stress and anger. My brain a continuous rain cloud My mental and emotional state is shattered beyond repair. Can't rest always lookin over my sholder second guessin myself wish I had a way to ease the pain. The new pain are worst then the last on thuderus wave after another of all the pain I've been caused. With every new pain comes a louder sream, deeper sobs, more tracks added to the road of my sarrow. The only thing old about pain is the same old salty tears but they run so long that I have created an ocean so deep every time you look into it you can see the painful story behind each tear.


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