Rainy Night
The rain used to make me sad for the longest time, but slowly I am able to feel at peace rather than sad. Rain washes the world clean and maybe it washes the sadness away sometimes.
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Socks From Dad
The socks Dad gave me his last Christmas with me are tearing. The socks Dad gave me my last birthday with him are tearing. I thought about mending them, Making them last just a bit longer. But into the trash they went. They are just socks, Just socks from Dad And not Dad himself. Sometimes you just have to let things go.
Pain Pit
Doubled, layered on top of the pain Layers and layers of bullshit. Lies people tell you, Lies you tell yourself, Lies upon lies, sprinkled with confusion. So much shit, so much fucking shit! Seeing out is like digging out of mud. And yet And yet, People do it all the time. They see the way out. They get out. Maybe, just maybe I can get out too.