We’re meant to mourn the dead

We’re meant to mourn the dead

Not the breathing, not the living

But what’s the difference between you and a corpse

Your mute silhouette on your perfunctory visits?

They do nothing but rip open the wound

She becomes a marionette, playing happy in the hope that your living corpse comes alive and returns to her

He sits in silence, as if he’s shut mouth will contain the breaking of his heart.

We’ve meant to mourn the dead

Not the living, not the breathing

We pretend

We lie to each other

We tell each other you give a fucking shit

For admitting the truth will kill them

And you won’t even mourn their dead corpses

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