Today wasn't easy.
Breathing made it hard,
keeping my heart beating made it
exhausting.
Same thing everyday.
Wake up. Breathe. Ache. Sleep.
It's the same feeling everyday,
Numbness. Loneliness. Being hollow.
There are times when silence is a poem.
But what if silence is all you have?
What if it only becomes a poem,
when it's your heartbeat that falls silent?
Soon I will be a poem.
And when I do,
I hope to be a sad poem.
One that makes people feel things,
Feel the things their mind tries so hard
to forget.
The sadness will last forever.
As will my poem.
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