Searching For Oblivion
You're crying, curled up in bed
in a fetal position.
And having cried countless tears;
you're feeling completely drained.
Unable to numb the hurt;
tears slowly stop trickling down.
And yet, it's unbearable
to watch your dreams fall apart.
Life feels more like a sentence;
punishing you for living.
But what sin did you commit
that love would abandon you?
Your pillow still holds his smell;
clinging onto memories.
And his picture on the wall
hangs in its usual place.
You know that you will miss him,
yet can't forgive betrayal.
And start rocking back and forth,
searching for oblivion.
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