Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
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The monotone line of sound came to an end and everything stopped for a split second. Instead of recieving the silence i was expecting i came face to face with the shouting of my mind. It was no secret how much the beeping annoyed me but i would give anything to have it back. Anything to show some sign of life, to show that she's not gone yet; please, please tell me she's still here.
Its not like it was unexpected, that's probably the worst part. You knew it was going to happen but that doesn't stop the pain from making you want to rip your hair out and scream till you shatter the windows in the same way in which your heart has fallen
to pieces.
.Loss
Grief.
Numb.
[n.m]
YOU ARE READING
Shattered//poetry
Poetry//just writing down the messy thoughts that are too loud for my head to handle. //poetry, ::lowercase intended::
