I float through like I’m Casper.
I woke up alone again
trying to pretend
I’m doing better
but the pain don’t lie.
All of these words
to hide how I’m feeling.
Sunday morning,
time passing,
as I wonder if things will
always be this way.
I drift into the silence
uncertain of which direction
I’m heading.
Sometimes I have so much hope
but now all I have are doubts
about everything.
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