Part III
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Wednesday
All I can do is stare at the screen
The blank page blurring into nothing
Thinking how to put it all into words
Just maybe, I can write something
Listening to 'Zombie' in the background
Maybe I can drown myself in the molten gold too.
There's this seemingly hollow sensation
Not much else more that I can even think to do.
If you were told you were selfish and too self absorbed.
And so decided to change, by helping out more.
You wouldn't really be changing at all
Because you only did it so they won't call you selfish.
Therefore being selfish.
Steam fills the bathroom rising steadily
Sporadic sobs echoing aloud
Water droplets dripping down
As my head is surrounded by a depressing cloud.
Being told some amazing news
Only to crush your heart in pieces
A swift punch to the gut as she texts
"I got rid of the fetus."
Two best friends fighting
The tension is so thickening
Tell him that, tell her this
The rope is slowly tightening
I don't know what to do
What to write
Think
Say
Be
It's all coming down on me.
🌌
Nadea x
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