"... most days."

When will the empty feeling go away?
Food, exercise, sleep; nothing helps.
Nothing.
As time goes, it becomes worse, and some days,
the pain won't leave at all.
One second is enough, and too much.
Weeks at an end is unbeareble.

Some days it is easier,
and I always ask myself; is this the day,
the day when I will finally heal from the past
and walk towards the future,
a place brighter than anything else?

Always.
Confusing.
Heart-breaking.
Dark.
Light.
Messed up.


And then there is only blackness.

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