The sick-to-your stomach feeling

Earned not deserved

Lucky enough to be felt

Remorse changes nothing

Tears cannot be shed

Mementos cannot be unread

As a smile unforgotten

Imprinted, engraved

How must they feel

Torn so in two

Can’t help them now

Can’t fix your own mistakes

There’s no fixing when you’re broken

No abstraction of you, the problem

Alone with grief, undeserved company

And only their million questions, unanswered

Earned not deserved

The creeping grief

It’s helpless now

So alone…

Just wana talk about

Anything

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