Buried
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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I bury it down. The confusion and anger and all that **** that people tell me is normal. I bury it down all five stages in favor of reality. There is only abnormal. The weight of it is stupendous. And the height of it is, well, steep towering a heaping pile of ****. Because that's what I see. I see my buried promises, my buried regrets and emotions. I can't face my growing thriving rage. My fear of what will be mundane took on a whole new meaning. And silence is more than golden when no one is asking what happened and people don't look so sad. It never lasts long the way the 18th comes every month. But a text or a call never does. All I have is what we had. I never noticed the jokes before. I never realized all my friends even joked When you think your day is **** and you say Kill me now it's like a bomb exploding a flash grenade of words with no care and I don't understand how they say it. I just don't understand how How do they not know the weight? Roughly 100 and 23 people per day. One death every 12 minutes. And still no one ever sees it coming. I resort to what I have left my memories of you our time together I think of you and your guitar watching you happily strumming I never saw it, Never predicted it. I never imagined that's the heaviest part. How could I have been so blind and I can't even ask you? Void has always been an interesting word until I fully understood the definition and felt what avoid feels like an experienced a different shade of blue. This emptiness within me that grows like a black hole consuming, encompassing my thoughts and perceptions. I am so full yet so empty. And I wish I could go back in time to the days when we raged and tell you I love you that I really loved you and me. You fought so hard for everything and I cowered over anything. My goal now is to be fearless in a time I fear the most because you would want that you would expect me to walk 1 ft after another no matter what. No matter how far, no matter coast to coast. But I still stumble catch my feet on my own brain like the upturned corner of a rug, because it should have been me. People tell me not to think that way. They say it's not true and blah, blah, blah. Their words evaporate like nothingness. And I bury it too, you see?