Nothing makes sense My brain can no longer

string logical thought

I don't miss it

The desperate feeling of trying to breathe The fist in my

throat not allowing a single breath pass it by Crying so

hard I can't feel my face Eyes. Cheeks. Nose. All numb As

fast as I try and catch the tears The larger the damn is that

breaks behind them

I don't miss it

The ache behind my eyes, in my brain My

entire body feels as if I have run a marathon

Everything aches

I don't miss it

The bone deep exhaustion that settles in when all is said and

done I'm tired I’m weak I've cried all energy out

I don't miss it

The only thing left being the insistent

need To sleep a thousand days And maybe

this time- never wake up

By Cheyenne Nebel


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