Love, Anonymous

The thoughts are so loud that they bounce off the inside walls of my skull. I try to drown them out with weed and Taylor Swift but the tears and fears come anyway. Eyes sticky and red like the coating of my memories, I stop wiping them. I let it burn because I feel like I deserve it, without any particular reason.

Nothing feels like enough, and at the same time I’m too much for this world. It’s nights like these where I feel I could walk into the cold ocean and become one with the seaweed at the bottom. Waving with the waves at the fish passing by. Time and memories are naught, only water currents and the distant rumble of whales and human invasion.

I keep brushing off my skinned knees and moving forward but I can hear the yelling behind me. My voice and my pain from the past begging me to never forget though I wish I could. I wish to god I could.

This feels unfinished but I cannot continue this. Thanks for reading.

Love, Anonymous.