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Angie Marcano Jan 2018
I am sad,
But more than sad,
I am angry.

I am angry,
that you did what you did.

That you left me behind.
Left all of us behind.

You held my hand and said we would get through it.
Together.

We were both struggling.

We were both going through the same thing.

We both had the same thoughts.

The only difference between us was
That you drank the pills.
And I didn’t.
Some commit suicide to free themselves from what this world did to them. But us who are left behind are now trapped in it.
Angie Marcano Jan 2018
Here I am.

Again.

Looking for the right words.

The correct words.

Any words,
to make you stay.

But,
by the time I find them
you'll already be gone.
Angie Marcano Jan 2018
Because I’m alone,
I can enjoy the silence.
Even when my many, many, but oh so many thoughts are rambling around as loud as a heavy metal concert.

Because I’m alone,
I realized I have amazing conversations skills.
I mean THE. ABSOLUTE. BEST.
Even though I'm mostly talking to myself.
In my head.

Because I’m alone,
I can read the book I always wanted to finish.
While eating at the corner table of the fast food I decided on.
Alone.

Because I’m alone,
I can play the music I want out loud.
Not worrying about others taste.
Doing the air guitar solo.
Without being weird in anyone's eyes.
But my own.

Because I’m alone,
I don’t have to think about what I say.
Or say what I think.
Or think of what I should’ve said.
Or say anything at all.

Sitting. Eating. Talking. Laughing.
With everyone.
In a group.
Where everyone is everyone’s friend.
I realized that I have always been alone.
Even when I’m not.
The moment I realized that the only friends I have are superficial. I decided on being alone. And I found it comforting.

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