it may sound strange
but it isn't hard to do.
what used to be
is no longer there.
you want to scream at the hole
the void
the tangible shape of
something that is no longer there
to everyone else.
Did they make it disappear,
refusing to admit its existence?
The idea of it enrages you.
you want to hit something
anything
the wall
the bed
the mirror
smash the useless things around you
burn them
stab them
tear away at the existence of all the useless shit that everyone else can see
but cannot feel
and cannot choose to make
less important to visualize
than the actual real thing missing in front of them
everything is wrong
i have nothing to hit
no more words to say
i cant cry anymore
there is no privacy and my pain is a disturbance to the others around me
so out of respect
i
am
silently
screaming inside.
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