Wretched soul
Devoured by the Ordinary
Blissfully choosing to stay quite
To stay still
As if the void is enough
As if the mindless incessant chatter
Really drowns the wailing...
the boredom
That drills through the skull
Causing the bleeding
Seeping through every pore
Of a banal existence...
So that's how she sees it,
But she's wrong.
The heart sees what regrets
couldn't.
What she couldn't.
Devoid.
Pathetic.
Sick.
Ungrateful.
Bitch.
That I am.
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