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today is thursday.

the crumbs of my soul were taken from me

monday night.

i was sleeping.

walked to my room and passed out.

i never untie my shoe laces after taking them off.

the laces lay limp at the foot of my bed 

in the morning.

moments playing loops in my mind;

turning me into the darkness.

i had to go to the hospital

and tell them.

the shots given to me hurt 

like nothing i have ever felt before.

i could feel the medicine 

seeping into me.

i had to take a pill

so gut wrenchingly painful,

i had to crawl to the bathroom

to empty myself.

i didn't make it past the rug at the foot of the bed.

everything went fuzzy

before i woke up crying for someone to please...

i couldn't focus on anything but the fucking horrid pain.

i woke up today.

my tummy hungover from the night.

in the wake of my death,

i could see in your eyes that you didn't believe me.

who else could i possibly trust?