Weary

Weary
tired
broken –
the aching in my heart isn’t letting up.
It feels like I’m drowning.
When I think about those who found peace, I’m less sad and more envious of their rest.

It’s a dark feeling when words matter less, and those who speak of love for you fade further and further from sight.

Alone, weeping, hiding… 

never knowing when it’ll be my last time to surface and when I will finally cease to hurt.

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