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Now and Then
I sleep a lot now. 
 Closing my eyes in defeat
 hoping and pleading
 that when I wake 
 my mind will be cleared of the endless thoughts
 and rambling words and useless regrets
 only to realize that they never go away.
 
 I cry a lot now.
 helplessly letting it drip down my cheeks
 emotionless, just there
 no pain visible in my face
 but a war occurring in my head.
 I don’t feel much anymore.
 short-lived bursts of joy 
 interrupt the more long-standing fear,
 and the rest of my body carrying out what my mind commands
 without impulsion or motivation
 a dead weight hand on the end of a dead weight arm
 commanded by the battlefield that is my mind.
 
 I don’t talk much anymore.
 Not since you left
 and nobody else understood me like you did
 though they all say they do
 they all say they’re here for me
 and to call whenever I need
 but that’s not how it was with you
 I didn’t even have to tell you I needed help
 you could tell by the sound of my voice
 and sometimes even the lack thereof.
 
 And I need that now.
 I need your unprecedented understanding of me
 and the way you knew my mind better than you knew my body
 and how you made me sane again
 and kept me from doing these self-destructive things 
 things that I know are killing me slowly
 but things that I can’t stop
 things that hurt me and make me alive at the same time
 
 I drink a lot now.
 filling the void that emerged when you left
 pouring it full of vodka or gin
 and on days when the void is gaping
 sometimes it is filled with both.
 
 I smile a lot now.
 More than usual;
 overcompensating for the lack of genuine happiness
 and you would see that
 you would know
 you would hear it in my voice and see it in my eyes and feel it in my skin
 and you would understand.
 
 It’s not fair now.
 I hated being put in the position of hero
 having to talk those I love off of a ledge
 and now look
 the roles are reversed
 and my hero is nowhere to be seen
 scared off by my selfishness and greed
 I don’t want anyone to save me
 it’s too horrible a task
 it rips at a soul that didn’t need to be tarnished
 a perfectly whole being
 completely disintegrated by someone else’s pain.

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