Controlled

My head is so empty, but somehow it's still so full. It's filled with thoughts of nothing. But it's also filled with thoughts of everything Every thought comes all at once.

I try to move on but these thoughts make it so hard. Hard for me to leave the past in the past. Hard for me to forget all the nasty things you did to me that night. Makes it hard for me to breathe without even just thinking you're there to stop me.

In a way it's so poetic. How you're gone but yet still somehow have a say in every thought I have, every breathe I take, and every person I love.