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I've Talked Enough

Sep 7
1 min read

I’ve talked enough.

I’ve said my peace.

I am in pieces.

I have to get the dark out of me.

My own mind has let me down;

It got me here and then turned its back to me.

This is my fault.

I did this.

I thought myself into misery when I could’ve been happy.

This damn pen

And everything I imagine.

I asked for love.

I asked for someone special.

I waited and suffered for it.

I fought for it.

I lost so much to get it.

And once I finally had it . . .

I pushed it away.

I swear I am okay. 

I swear I’ll be okay. 

I swear, some day, I’ll be okay. 

I am comfortably numb today. 

And that’s okay.


CH 9/7/26

 
 
 

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