In my silence, I scream
I cry out
I yearn for solace
My heart aches for familiarity
My chest aches for the same
My stomach feels empty and no food can fill
Why do we have to live like this?
This is a temporary life
So full of strife
But, it doesn't have to be this way
If we could just consider one another

I'm still so sensitive to death
Hearing about it, reading about it
The thought of someone else's suffering brings tears to my eyes
I put myself in their shoes and it's as if I am reliving the moment through them
I feel their pain, but it is my own
In that I feel alone
No one can cry my tears

i hear you. and thank you this describes my life at times lol

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