shattered. ripped. broken.

these words hold so much meaning,

yet still don’t describe this feeling.

a heavy heart filled with empty space.

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the tears running down my face.

silence no longer visits as i lay in bed.

memories repeat within my head,

and conversations that were left unspoken.

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i want to be free from all this mess,

to run away and protect my heart.

i want to let it out but i only suppress.

to flick a switch to turn the pain off.

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but it just lingers around like a bad cough.

we heal, grow and get stronger.

but here i am thinking, ‘how much longer’?

whilst gathering together the good memories.

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if only there were a spell, or atleast a wishing well,

so i could disappear from all that’s near.

and be able to lay in bed,

so i can say what was unsaid.

16/01/2023

-MAO