I am aching to be okay,
but these bones
aren't made
the same way
as they used to be,
and I barely survive,
digging the dread out of
my stomach
to let the days pass by,
for existing beneath
your shadow
means hope will
surely die
all over again.
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Fragments
PoetryPoetry and fragments of my mind. Dealing with heartache, betrayal, sorrow, and hope. Originally posted on Instagram and Facebook.
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I am aching to be okay,
but these bones
aren't made
the same way
as they used to be,
and I barely survive,
digging the dread out of
my stomach
to let the days pass by,
for existing beneath
your shadow
means hope will
surely die
all over again.