I don’t know where to place all of the hurt
All of the disappointment
All of the loss
Another volume in this hopeless saga
Everyone is pointing at me
With the bruises they left now gone
Knowing I screamed too loud
But
Always but
There has to be a purpose to this
Sick of existing
Sick of hoping
The world I built
Against all odds
Is gone
So gone
Do I deserve this emptiness
As much as I let spill out
I still can’t speak about the most hurtful parts
But you splash them in my face
To remind me
Is it not enough
That I live in an open grave
Rubbing my face
In the shit
You left on the lawn
Carrying myself
Up another summit
With no goal in mind
Imagine being alone
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