The vase is broken and the water’s been spilled
The day is slowly disappearing like a fading dot
Tomorrow doesn’t seem to run fast
I hear the sound of the clock no more
schedules are postponed
plans have been moved; people don’t seem to exist
The pain doesn’t subside
Bills are piling up and emotions are still in awry
The vein of sorrow won’t stop grief and despair from breaking happy hormones
swimming in a tub of unconfrontable pain, I’m into this as a fool who can’t stop her heart from splattering
‘Sorry’ won’t even fit anywhere I place it
Acknowledging ones pain doesn’t even count and in no way near a medicament
Looking at changes where change doesn’t happen
I’m being pushed to the side.
Migraines won’t even flee
Ears that keep ringing while the stomach’s been unjustly upset
If pain is an object, I wish to scratch it, peel it, throw it away and kill it—
But the more and more and more I plead for it to go away
I keep getting the same hopelessness
Being cornered and body slammed, would it stop?
When all I want is to grab your hand.
Handrailings aren’t even available for support
I’m counting the times when I feel my body is not my body
spending shorter days and longer nights
rolling over the ocean, changing sunsets and missing out my heart so much.
How can our hearts be broken even though no one has left us?