julliette_rose (julliette_rose) wrote,

When did I begin to the passanger in my own life?

My head is screaming my heart is aching tears are falling yet Im silent
The energy if spoken will bring nothing but barbed words and further pain.
I sit politely a primordial rage seething The hurt too hard to comprehend further compounded by a simple sting that seems to mock my very existence Quietly hopefully I wait for the blood to subside to sleep off the heat
But I cant help wondering what about me? then guilt hits and I censor my inner voice. What happened to my perfect relationship?
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