The Most

(Seek help as needed when needed)

Warning: This is very moody material.

broken heart love sad

When it hurts the most

Sadness is your closest friend

Your past and present convene to rejoice in your mounting sorrows

Leading you to crawl into that cold isolated empty place within

A hideaway from all of the approaching tomorrows

The mornings rage on one after the next

Continuing to leave behind no answers or solutions

Only tears, sensory illusions and trails of confusion

Waking up again to a mixture of more problems that resolutions fail to conclude

Searching for distractions that never seem to soothe

Prompting you to peruse

This blog post full of infinite desperation

When it hurts the most

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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