It is void of beauty.
Of life.
Of joy.
I am the ear into which you spill your every complaint.
I am the sleepless kid with the rings under their eyes.
The kid that never wants to wake up again.
I am e m p t y.
Bruised knees. Stifled sobs.
Unpoetic.
Unapologetic.
I raise parents.
Siblings.
Myself.
I have no one.
Have loved and lost. He was my best friend; my every hope.
2 months, 14 days, and counting... since he said goodbye.
...The dress still in my closet.
Every day is a war against exhaustion. failure. weakness.
Tears every night.
To do lists every day.
Another pep talk. Another, "It will be ok."
Would you like to see my reality?
... It's a war-zone with a one man military.
A fight for a lost cause.
I'm just a drum without a beat... lifelessly marching on.
Aug 23, 2010
Aug 23, 2010 at 7:33 PM UTC
It is void of beauty.
Of life.
Of joy.
I am the ear into which you spill your every complaint.
I am the sleepless kid with the rings under their eyes.
The kid that never wants to wake up again.
I am e m p t y.
Bruised knees. Stifled sobs.
Unpoetic.
Unapologetic.
I raise parents.
Siblings.
Myself.
I have no one.
Have loved and lost. He was my best friend; my every hope.
2 months, 14 days, and counting... since he said goodbye.
...The dress still in my closet.
Every day is a war against exhaustion. failure. weakness.
Tears every night.
To do lists every day.
Another pep talk. Another, "It will be ok."
Would you like to see my reality?
... It's a war-zone with a one man military.
A fight for a lost cause.
I'm just a drum without a beat... lifelessly marching on.
Aug 23, 2010
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