Brain Stew || Poetry Collection

#38

I'm crying.
What a wonderful thing.
I'm not sure why though.
I felt nothing.
And then suddenly,
I felt tears on my face.

As of this line's creation,
I feel nothing.
I'm no longer crying.
The tears haven't even dried.
This is painful.
I don't understand.

My head was splitting.
Into four.
It hurt.
My eyes were spasming.
And then it stopped.
And I started crying.

Sometimes I think I'm dying.