And my days turned so lonely
I don't enjoy company anymore
people's feelings overwhelm me
and I can't find the right words.
Sometimes I feel closure
with my family,
other times they're complete strangers
their faces become blurry,
and I force myself
to memorize every detail of my face,
every scar on my body,
and the sound of my voice
to remember that I exist,
that I'm not another broken thing
in my apartment,
like all the burned out light bulbs
or the broken thermostat.
Feb 18, 2025
Feb 18, 2025 at 6:05 PM UTC
And my days turned so lonely
I don't enjoy company anymore
people's feelings overwhelm me
and I can't find the right words.
Sometimes I feel closure
with my family,
other times they're complete strangers
their faces become blurry,
and I force myself
to memorize every detail of my face,
every scar on my body,
and the sound of my voice
to remember that I exist,
that I'm not another broken thing
in my apartment,
like all the burned out light bulbs
or the broken thermostat.
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