It hurts so badly...

[hazy_reflection]

8

Eight days ago I thought my life was complete
Today life feels desolate and utterly broken
Eight days from now life will still feel desolate and utterly broken
Eight weeks from now life will be a catastrophe
Eight months from now, life holds a mystery
Eight is not a magic number
It's the number of days I have felt truly alone
It's the number of hours I spend each night sobbing, crying myself to sleep
And it will not remain eight hours or eight days or eight months
It will grow
Grow until it can not grow anymore
Eight days ago I thought my life was complete
Eight minutes ago I wanted my oh so incomplete life to end...