I can feel myself getting bad again

It’s there in the room

That familiar

Echo of words and pain

I still get dressed

I pour my coffee


It feels like I’m dying

It feels like I’m empty

I’m in a room

With you

But without

It feels like a six inch blade

Running through my heart tonight

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