The Suffering

I forgot how to write and how to express my sadness, my feelings and fears.
Maybe there are no more fears.
Maybe I lost my muse.
Here’s only silence.
When I was lying in bed, right before falling asleep,
with my thoughts wandering around the room.. alone.
All the suffering and the madness.
Gone.
Head or Heart?
Is it this bad to forget about the suffering?
Is it true, that I feel uninspired, blank?
Do I lie to myself..? Or did I lie..
But I love this feeling, the emptiness.
I am addicted, even if I dropped it for a while.
I found a new drug, faster. Stronger.
Pure suffering.
Turned into pure love.

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