I Try

I sit on the ugly white couch
Trying to block out the noise around me
I focus on the feel of lead against paper
Trying to clear my head
I close my burning eyes
Trying to stop the dreaded tears
I hug my knees close
Trying to forget him
I try and try but nothing works
Noise pounds in my ears
My mind clouds with millions of thoughts
The tears flow steadily
He is always there.
The End

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