How do I explain this pain. The dull and achy turned to burning and sharp.
My screams cannot be overheard. The thoughts of lust, hope and happiness make too much noise.
I have never felt more alone than in that room with all those people. Friends, strangers, there is no difference.
Empty spaces, voids of desirable outcomes, all which fell desperately short.
Broken promises, shattered childhoods, people left to drown.
“I’ll always be here for you,” Truth: they are already standing outside the door.
Take another sip sweetheart, let your dreams carry you away.
Tears slip slowly down her pastel cheeks. Life wasn’t meant to be fair.
Dads weren’t meant to die, Moms weren’t meant to get lost.
I wasn’t meant to be this fucked up.
I hope.
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