uncontrollable sobs break the night’s solitude
the tears stream down my face
clouding my vision, giving me a headache
and little relief, from what I’m unsure
many triggers may cause the outpour
tumultuous feelings, unsorted, obscure
and when the episodes end, I stare out blankly
I’m left with pressure still crushing my chest
and a hunger for all the energy spent
sitting alone, the silence recollecting itself
wondering what the hell is wrong with me

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