"In the aftermath of you."
This pain, it's hollow yet heavy. It weighs me down, feeling like there's nothing left in me.
No more strength to push, just barely enough to breathe, to be.
I dress my addictions up as distractions. Feeling cold,
dead in the moment it lasts. Feeling that momentary
bliss. No more voices, no more tears. No more screaming memories.
This is a season I'll never forget, a year that will forever be with me. The day I fell to my knees, and screamed out in tears. The day I felt dead inside.
These battles are wearing me down, and one day I'll be at rest. Don't fear, I'll weather this storm, as I've done countless times before. Just might take me a bit longer to recover from these wounds.
Words on a screen,
Ryan N. Storm


















