The spirit is weak when the heart is broken....there must be something to numb the pain
Hide the pills in the kitchen
The marijuana in the dresser draw
The sex toys in the closet or keep drinking alcohol
The addictions keep growing to bide my time
Exercise...maybe volunteer...painting or poetry doesn't fill the void
My eyes burn when I try to see the memories
My fingers bleed when I reach out for you
My body trembles walking in your empty footsteps
Your voice echoes constantly through my ears
I search for the answers....but only retain the questions
The blankets are always cold...
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