Changing and molting

Lose only codependence

Painful, revolting

Develop independence

Love songs on repeat

Fluorescent prison

Hours move like walking miles

Radio is defeat,

Coerced to listen;

Mourning hidden with smiles

I once believed that 'you're dead to me' was a verbal act of violence, a condemnation of existence

Only now have I learned that in all forms, when someone dies, it is a time of mourning and grief. Even if that person is alive, who they were in your life is now dead, and you have finally accepted it

Loneliness, quiet death

Invisible, still violence

Tears wasted, hush of breath

The pain of endless silence

Memories are like an expired honey

Sweetness enough to rotten teeth

The flavor, however, a little funny

And illness, it hides beneath

Conclusion of an old life

Emotions balancing is my belief

Sadness increases my strife

But anxiety's absence gives relief

Posts just like bombs

Tearing down progress built

Disrupting calm

Mental health pushed to wilt

Emotions clock in and out on their shifts

Anxiety, joy, anger, and sadness

Feelings like an ocean, my heart, it drifts

The whirlpool of change leads to madness

Sleep, a screen, noise and light

digital blunt force trauma

Distractions end the night

Temporary peace comma

The pain and ache of broken heart

Of love still left to give

The plan of death do us part

And yet I still half live