past

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Don’t want to talk

Don’t want to go to work

It’s one of those days, I can only sulk

My heart has me tied to an anchor

Ready to drown in her ocean of tears

And it’s you, You’re the cause of my relapse.

I’d rather sit and be lost in my thoughts

The good times, the regrets, the ‘What ifs’

Who knew silence could put on a show worthy of applause

Come see my insides, see how I subtly grieve

But you and the world shouldn’t know,

That I’ve been hiding the hints of my sorrow

And it’s you, You’re the cause of my relapse.

How hard my lips work,

When all they want is to tremble, but force a smile instead

Loneliness steals my happiness, leaving me a wreck

And time, the anti-painkiller doesn’t make forgetting easy

I miss you, and I know it’s crazy

But every ounce of my body just wants you back

I relapse and you’re the cause.

Relapsing, I walk through a crowd, seeing no one

Voices everywhere, but all I hear is my heart crying

Eyes opened or closed, the only visual image is of you

Moving on seems like a myth now.

I’m relapsing, how will I pull through?

See previous posts leading to the above:

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