There are times when I feel unloved.
When those around me seem like figments of my imagination.
Their thoughts foreign and filled with indifference.
During those unloving moments,
my thoughts race,
my heart sinks,
I wish for just a moments peace.
During those unloving moments,
my skin feels dark and covered with rashes.
My lips cracked and bleeding.
There are times when I feel unloved.
When the silence and the dark mingle together.
I try to love myself but sometimes things are just so quiet.
Jen A. Durand
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