Who knew the brain could be as fickle as the heart.
Some days I wake up in a dream state
Today I hit my head so hard that my eyes began to well up, I wanted someone to kiss my bruised forehead and make the pain stop; even though I know it would just hurt the same.
I did some uncharacteristic things today,
I pressed on my wound until my brain felt like it was being squashed !
I want my head to split open and pour my troubled mind away. The pain wont stop, I want it’s tenderness to remain.
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