This is for you
Whoever you are
Who stands in the
Doorway to a room
That smells of sweat
And tears
Who doesn’t pick up
The floor
And trips her way over
To the solemn bed
Who listens to the noises
Of the cat at her feet
And annoying
Songbird outside
Who tries to sleep
But gets caught up
In the drama, the "struggle"
The pain
Who wants to think of
Anything else but
All that comes up is
Why? Why? Why?
Who tries to salvage
Scraps of happiness
And shove them deep in their pocket
So they don’t fly away
Who doesn’t want to believe
Who can’t believe
Who hates to believe
That it wasn’t a
Nightmare
It was
Real
This is for you
Whoever you are
Who is
Completely
Utterly
And painfully
Exactly like me
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