a poem i wrote... yay.

broken headphones (blood)

i lie in a fetal position

staring at a blank wall

through the dark

my headphones are broken

the noises they make over music

hurts, scratching with thorny fingers

against the inside of my ears

i can feel it in my head

but I don’t care

i turn it up past safety 

i’ll play it till my ears bleed

until scarlet sleeps through my mattress

until I can’t unsee the color red

like my headphones, my blood, 

this anger, the inside of my head

i’ll play this song and shake dry sobs

because all my tears burned up

i’ll make my ears bleed and lie here

screaming silently, bloodshot eyes

i’d do it all, just to stop feeling numb