It eats at me like an
infectious disease
It crawls on my skin and digs into it like bedbugs
It stifles my heart
And makes it hard to breathe
It blocks my lungs from accepting oxygen
It rushes all the fluid in my body to my eyes
And keeps it there until the pressure in unbearable
It reminds me that no one is there
No one has ever been there
It reminds me that I am not loved
It makes me question if anyone will ever show up

It cuts through my chest like an incision
It makes me think of random faces
Random arms
Random lips
Random words
Of comfort
To just hold me
And let me know
That they care.
And that random stranger
That doesn't exist
Is all that I have



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