They don’t want to know what you do to subside the anger
The methods you employ to heal your brokenness
Self medicate your mental illness
You’re just another lonely girl, doesn’t mean you’re harmless
This emptiness, this void
These overpowering emotions you tried your best to avoid
They continue to grow, to manifest
To disrupt your peaceful night’s rest
They will never know your alternative remedy for loneliness
Your coping mechanisms for this sense of loss,
This sense of absence
They may ask but, they don’t really want to know
So don’t tell them.
Love,
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Akunna Ezekwem 