Daisyy

Hurricanes and Unfamiliar Faces

How different I have become, how unfamiliar 

When did these scars appear?

How did I let them?

My thoughts are jumbled like a hurricane and I am caught in the middle, confused as to how so many little things can hit at once and still hurt all the more  

When did I stop sleeping?

When did I stop laughing? 

I can\'t find where any of this started and I am left to think that all of it is my fault and I can\'t stop any of it so instead it stops me