Some nights I wanna scream

Till my lungs are no longer filled with air

My heart is about to break free from the cage my ribs form

My head aches from the memories that are playing inside of it like an old black and white movie

My cheeks are no longer stained from my tears

And my body feels numb

Till that cold feeling in my fingers from gripping into my pillow to tightly starts to turn into a slide pricking that reminds me of thousand needles