What has this come to?

October 5, 2011
By Anonymous

What has this come to?
This burning, this yearning, this ache. This feeling of stillness, of nothingness. This hollow hole residing deep in my flesh. Thought I could trust him but they all end up being the same, me being the option. My inner sense of self depleting.

What has this come to?
This non -existent future, this barren soil laid down to harvest from. These walls restricting, restricting… and they wonder why I struggle to breath.

What has this come to?
The past so vibrant, a distant memory it may seem. Those happy times, times where crisp air flowed freely and tomorrow was a million years away.

Though this is now. This is how the rest will be.


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