I sit here wondering what to write.
My inspiration has been destroyed.
I don't know what to even feel.
Its been 75 days and I still don't miss you.
I should've mourned and cried but I didn't.
I should've felt guilt but I didn't.
I remember every torturing second and it does not faze me.
I remember your glassy eyes staring at me.
I remember watching your tiny soul leaving your body.
Yet I feel nothing.
Aug 2, 2015
Aug 2, 2015 at 4:16 PM UTC
I sit here wondering what to write.
My inspiration has been destroyed.
I don't know what to even feel.
Its been 75 days and I still don't miss you.
I should've mourned and cried but I didn't.
I should've felt guilt but I didn't.
I remember every torturing second and it does not faze me.
I remember your glassy eyes staring at me.
I remember watching your tiny soul leaving your body.
Yet I feel nothing.
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