magnified

What do you do when you cannot escape the hurt?

It is an endless aching emptiness inside me.

I feel everything magnified 100 times over.

Time passes and blurs together.

I lose track of time if I don’t write things down

But writing “everything is too much” on each page feels pointless.

I can’t remember the last time I was happy.

Wasn’t it just June?

I avoided the daylight even better then.

The seasons don’t change within me.

It always feels like winter.