With such heavy thoughts

I bumped my head yesterday
It hurt, but it was rubbed and I had some ice on it
It still hurt, but not as hurtful as my thoughts
No amounts of sighing can help
No amounts of hissing can aid
It will pass, this I know
Somehow I love-hating-love-hating staying in how I struggle 
Talk to someone I should... 
1. Everyone has their own issues
2. Are problems shared really solved?

I should count my days...or should I not?


Ps: why do people sit without having empathy for those who sit near them. Why do they take up space like they are entitled to it?

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