Will it get easier? Will this pit in my stomach, this black hole in my heart ever be filled? I am coming to the explanation that it won't... it will just be another thing I have to deal with; another thing I will just have to carry on my back, but I've been carrying so much baggage for so long. No one understands that my legs are shaking; my knees are giving out. I will not be able to go on much longer. My bones ache. But my mind...my mind is worse; it won't shut up—he keeps me up at night with the thoughts of disappointment, anger, but most of all, sadness. Sadness has become my very best friend; she follows me around on dates; when I go on my afternoon walks; when I shower. I can always count on sadness to keep me occupied when insomnia won't leave me alone. I often sit till the sun wakes up from his slumber, greeting me with a warm hello. Only... it doesn't feel the way it once did. It's warm and kind, but only for a second until it starts to burn me alive. My eyes swell from all the tears sadness brings me. Always making them red and inflamed, and with insomnia by my side. When they get hungry, they eat at my soul. Eventually, there will be nothing left but bones, and maybe then, I will be at peace.
About the Creator
nicole ridenour
Life is whatever life wants to be, you have to decide what you want to get out of it.
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