Just Another Statistic


What made you think you were special?
What made you think you’d be different?
What made you believe you could trust him?
All these questions run in my head…

I hope for them to get tired.
I hope for them to fade.
Yet, it seems like everyday they grow stronger.
As if they’re trying to make a place in my head.

I erased you from my phone.
I busied my mind with work.
I distanced myself from reminders of you.
I silenced my words.

Yet, flickering moments still appear.
…and my heart grows heavier still.


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