I don’t think I can wake up to another empty sunrise anymore

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I’m not sure if it’s normal to feel the way I feel on some days. 
I’ve made a habit out of hurting the people who have always loved me the most. 

I’m not sure why I push them away anymore. 
I’m not sure why I ever did. 

I walk away a lot these days, from situations, people, conversations. 

I guess I’m just afraid of the sound of footsteps out the door. 

I woke up a little late than usual today. 
The other side of my bed was unmade, the blanket was on the floor, the closets were empty and the door was locked. 
I’m not sure who left. 
I’m not sure who was here. 
I’m not sure why I hate waking up to silence. 

I’m tired but I refuse to go to sleep. 
I’m tired but I refuse to shut the doors or switch off the lights. 
I don’t think I can wake up to another empty sunrise anymore. 

I have nothing left to write. 
I don’t know what the point, either. 
My letters are written to be torn and unsent. 
I count the number of the pieces in which I tore my last letter. 



I say goodbye hoping that you’ll come back. 
I’m not sure what to say either. 

I keep whispering your name like it’s a prayer that could save me. 
I don’t know if I can save me. 

I’m tired. 
I lie down with the lights on and the doors open. 
I leave my shoes outside and fill every single cupboard, a little of my heart too. 
I’m not sure how empty it can be and still hold the entire universe inside. 

I say goodbye now. 
And I know I don’t want to mean it. 
This time, I leave. 
I’m not sure if I shouldn’t. 

_ I don’t think I can wake up to another empty sunrise anymore



03/09
Emm
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