123. Afterthought
Through every formula, Through every thought, Overdrive was kicking in Studying sleepless nights. Haunted by insomnia. Through rough patches with no break, Facing my insanity is on full intake. I'm without air, suffocated by this dome. My mind's become a retirement home. A home for resentment I never let roam. A home for words never foretold. A home for buried trauma.