i hate those words.

of unmoving cold.

that doesn’t care

that is so firm in their place.

i know that I’m alone in this.

that it’s just me in the suffering

that others choose.

and so they live above my sunken banks…

but to know, that it’s ok,

that they’re just fine

while i am forced to make terrible decisions

with no imprint of past life..

im so ill from all this

i have no out.

i want to hurt them

and hear them scream

the way i scream

from their abandonment;

every

single

night.