even my empathy cant comprehend
crumbled, empty, paralyzed
the exterior functions and
every monologue materializes
helpless distress
the sympathy and caring words matter
but dont heal
because the injury is everlasting
so surreal
as the swirling reality congeals
the smiles and laughs gush hardest and
the faintest flashbacks trigger anguish
why him?
why didnt you call me?
the cliches are hollow
i prefer to wallow alone in silence