Writing

i'm different from how i was a week ago

a week ago, i could remember so many days,

and i would've never considered joining cheer.

a week ago, she and i were still friends.

a week ago, i didn't feel like crying. 

Breaking thoughts into pieces
Taking hours, sweetheart
Bury your face in your hands,
Let the tears flow

A feeling in my stomach when I see his face,
F
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i'm fine

i'm staring at nothing
thinking about everything
exhausted and hurt from the words that slipped off their tongues,
"you okay?" they ask without wanting to know the answer.

i wonder sometimes,
as i'm typing out message number five,
a paragraph pleading for an answer,
i wonder if they actually care

...but maybe that's the point?  I wrote at random inspiration and when I was tired, but I hope you find it entertaining

“The world,” said Claire, “is a very pointless place.”