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Witness My Destruction

I cannot begin to describe the weekend I’ve had and my cries have landed on deaf ears.

No one cares.

They don’t see the girl struggling to keep her head above the water. Write your mother’s Eulogy and tell me how you feel. Design an obituary she’d be proud of by gathering smiling pictures, not forgetting to include the different ways she’s touched everyone, then maybe you’d know my pain.

Will the facade I’ve hid behind ever fade?image

Ironic how the skies have been gray everyday since she passed and it almost seems spiteful. A cold reminder that reflects how I feel inside: dull, empty, dying.

I don’t have any friends. Just causal conversationalist who’re only around when the sun’s out.

I’m closer to the cliff than I thought.


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