undeserved absences are the hardest.
my hands are trembling and are unable to
work without my brain whirling.
my self esteem has plummeted as
my heart tried to hold onto it.
my hope had diminished just as quickly as
some people come and go through.
undeserved absences are the hardest.
i feel myself getting lost in a maze
filled with monsters trailing behind me.
i feel myself leaving my home with a hazy gaze
one that shadows my eyes with doubt and drowsiness.
i feel myself lying to everyone about everything
constantly confused on whether or not i'm okay.
undeserved absences are the hardest.
especially so when they are of your own soul which is currently
loosing track of itself in a fucking horrible endless blackhole.
don't worry, today is no different from yesterday..
honestly— i'm kinda getting used to it.
YOU ARE READING
rhapsodic thoughts
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