After the 35 grams
life after yourself
but here you still are...
all my little secrets
every little cut, every little tremor
my poison
my blood
everything. i left.
i just left.
my pain. neverending.
nothing changes, everything is different.
It´s been seven days, it´s been twenty-eight years.
I should start speaking about you. all of you.
my pain continues.
so is my life.