my fingers will rake the ground
throat will shred as i wail
cradling this broken frame
screeching
decades of agony
decades of rage
the sickening need
to never feel again
my heart is rotting
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Sometimes I feel so empty
as though there's a hole where my heart should be
just an emptiness inside me
but I tend to just say I'm okay
it is simpler that way
nobody ever asked you to elaborate on being okay
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