i do a lot of staring

staring at the computer screen

staring at the ceiling

staring at my hands when hurt them

staring at my feet when i bruise them

staring at the mirror when i hate myself

staring at the stone where you lay



that i was six feet under with you


This poem is about: 
My family


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