Purge

The grave calls,
But I don’t hear.
The light calls,
But I don’t listen.

I was up late,
Doubled over and racked with pain,
In the bathroom, purging my hate.
I flushed it all away.
In the summer, sun did shine,
The pity in my stomach came up.
I leaned out the window, after I said I was fine,
And threw it all away.
Now my being and body reeks,
Of acids and nostalgia.
My face is caked, a smile would crush my cheeks.
But I’ll be okay, I purged my pain.

By Hateful Tears

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