my waist stings now.
my laughs don't really mean anything now.
my tears can't fall now.
my weight rapidly fluctuates now.
my body hurts now.
my motivation is gone now.
my friends worry now.
my hope has trickled away now.
my hands shake now.
my hair stays tangled now.
my breath rots of alcohol now.
my sex drive is gone now.
my joy is gone now.
you're gone now.
you're gone.
and you don't even care about my pain.
fuck you , blue.
—relapse
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
