I don’t know what is missing.
Everything used to be too much,
and no longer is it enough.
When you lose something that meant everything to you,
you loose your sense to cope and you don’t know what to do.
Death feels like a dream,
An escape of light beams.
Lay in bed all day,
yesterday is was already on its way.
It’s back again,
It will never be done.
It slips its way in,
turns my world inside out and upside down,
then leaves.
Just like everyone else.
Why would it be any different?
It doesn’t care about me.
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Tuesday February 14th
