The Unbearable Sadness of Being

Sitting and staring into nothingness
Is becoming a habit for me.
As I contemplate,
for seconds needle
to tic another minute
For that minute to become an hour
That hour to become a day.
So that Time would heal the wounds
of injuries dealt by life
the bruise upon scab
the cut upon the burn.
All my loves are one sided.
I live selfishly in hope.
While the hurts
pile on
as a lesson
not to be
to be strong
to be numb
I sit and stare into the nothingness,
Contemplate taking action.
To put myself out of the misery.
To learn the lesson
To not to be.


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