Quotes of the day #154

I spend days in bed

debilitated by loss

I attempt to cry you back

But the water is done

and still you have not returned

I pinch my belly till it bleeds

have lost count of the days

sun becomes moon

and moon becomes sun

and I become ghost

A dozen different thoughts

tear through me each second

You must be on your way

Perhaps it’s best if you’re not

I am okay


I am angry


I hate you


I can’t move on

I will

I forgive you

I want to rip my hair out

over and over and over again

till my mind exhausts itself into a silence

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