Something

I won’t look both ways when crossing the streets
I wouldn’t mind if something came
Took me out of my way

It is exactly 8:10pm
The sky is clear
Few stars

No stars in my sky
Always the dark
Always the hours

It is 8:34pm
There is a weight on me so big
I feel so light yet so heavy
Nothing could pull me out of this hole I made myself

I feel as if I could burst from all the emptiness inside of me
It has been a while since I felt the tears running down my face
And the words won’t come out
They hesitate

Hesitating
Hesitating
Hesitating

And the hours go by
And I sit on my bed and wonder “why?”
Time goes by
The ticking of the clock
Breathing
Only existing

Never living

Why speak when no one cares?

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