Had you nothing better to do,
than to mock me?
I don't understand,
I don't see,
I don't breath right anymore.
What waves did you sense,
when you left me for higher ground?
Was that instinct?
Or was that you knowing what would happen and you not telling me.
It's not a scheduled event,
but a constricted truth;
I don't know how to express my emotions in words anymore.
I don't know how to write anymore,
I used to read a lot,
I used to write a lot,
and now I can't even speak-
I can't form my thoughts into words,
coherently,
so that other people can understand me.
I'm sinking,
slowly falling inside out.
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