Sometimes the loneliness is so striking that it tears into my flesh
and rips at my skin to leave the painful, permanent mark of
nothing.
It is a reminder that the blood and gore leave me with a hole in my heart.
I wear the wound sometimes proudly and often in shame. I took your call in a selfish attempt to erase the mark and for that, I am sorry.
It only left me with even more of the nothing and has reminded me again that to be left alone with my own void still leaves me stronger than working to fill yours.
and rips at my skin to leave the painful, permanent mark of
nothing.
It is a reminder that the blood and gore leave me with a hole in my heart.
I wear the wound sometimes proudly and often in shame. I took your call in a selfish attempt to erase the mark and for that, I am sorry.
It only left me with even more of the nothing and has reminded me again that to be left alone with my own void still leaves me stronger than working to fill yours.
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