Waste Me

The way I remember your love will be the death of me.
Time and time again I
Reach for help. Not one concern for my struggle.
My heart is numb, and the
light is gone.
There were many ways to dampen the burning torture. Like
everyday denial, and ultimately absolute delirium.
Compartmentalizing the
hurt, and pain; then going cold to all feelings and emotions;

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