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I’m alone.

I’m absent in an empty room, mere space.
Void and outline, what’s meant to take my place?
An author, a doctor, a journalist.
A student, a mother, someone missed.

There’s a voice in my head screaming to leave.
To gain a moment of solace to grieve.
To mourn the dreams I’ve killed every day.
To miss the friends I’ve lost along the way.

I’m absent on a lone path, shadowed.
Blindly moving along this random road.
Darkness, empty words, a broken promise,
Never relax, always something amiss.

There is always a new friend to be lost.
Or an old, to be mistakenly crossed.
Relationships constantly fall apart.
Always a space for new cracks in my heart.

It hurts when I care, it hurts when I breathe,
It hurts when a fool gives love to receive.
If it always hurts when I dare to try,
Why is it not easier just to die?

I want to be space in an empty room.
Nothing but an outline in my own tomb,
No author or doctor just specter for me.
Silence the voices, and leave us all free.

“There comes a time when the world gets quiet and the only thing left is your own heart. So you’d better learn the sound of it. Otherwise you’ll never understand what it’s saying.”

― Sarah Dessen, Just Listen