I forget how lonely three am feels
till that habitual late-night nausea rolls in
making me feel like the only person who ever lived
who ever walked the earth,
like this darkness and stillness is
all there ever was and
all I can think is
someone loved me once
over and over again
reverbing around my brain like a
record that just keeps skipping
back to the same song and
I guess I don’t mind
I’ve stopped hoping to feel better but
I can’t stop myself
from wanting
to feel less
empty.
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