Authored: March 17, 2024

Losing yourself is the worst pain
Remember not to neglect yourself, or be ashamed
You owe it to yourself
You are worthy.

Even in my dreams, I feel as it never happened.

Carved up like a carcass.
Hollowed out like a rotting stump.
Like the hall full of chairs yet void of people.
Pock-marked like the shotgun shrapnel in the wall.
I try to remember, but only get headaches.
All I know is there was something here once.

Gone are the days of " it could have been "
Now it's just " that is what it was".
Still yearning for "it is not".
But past is a memory, now is not.

There was something here once.
Love was here.

Losing yourself is the worst pain
Remember not to neglect yourself, or be ashamed
You owe it to yourself
You are worthy.