The Only Thing That Exists

I am the feeling keeping you up at 3 AM

The feeling that siphons your voice, mid laugh at 3 PM

I am the emptiness in your chest

Both alone and in company

I am your tear soaked pillow

Your hiding place

I am the meaningless tears

The pit in your stomach

The exhaustion that no amount of sleep can fix

I am the muzzle that turns your pleas for help into I’m fine

I bring my closest friends

We keep you hidden and hushed

Us captors, whose voices you hate

But soon learn to trust

We guide you to pain

Then cover you

As though lovingly

I am the only thing that exists

~ Quill

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