I woke up in the dark tonight once againThe sun is hours away from that horizon stain
I can't get a full night's sleep anymore it seems
I don't ever remember any happy dreams
But the nightmares come
And I remember them
Your ghost still haunts this lonely mind of mine
Leaving it's footprint in my mind
I sit in my chair and play after hours
I enter the gallery and go through the old pictures
As I scroll down, I found thousands pictures of you on my phone
It's sad that you're someone I used to know
Even I'm so far from being close to you,
Out there, I've tried
You're special to me,
It's something I've never tried to hide,
Never have I felt denied
But I'm feeling sad, like someone just died
I wish it wasn't so, wish I never lied
I can't tell you what your heart really feels
I only know my heart is one beat away from being released
From letting free to unreveal beyond my masked disguise
My head is thinking constantly,
Twenty four hours seven days a week,It shouldn't come as no surprise
These are the longest hours of my life,
As I desire for the final peek
Hoping that the bottom won't be another losing streak
Life can be so unkind
To live through this pain again and all ups and downs, and its demise
While I contemplate, for another painful compermise
While I know you've heard every single word that I've spoken,
As I speak about our lives, combined.
But maybe you still have questions, and those wonders whys?
I know I still sit here through the night
Sometimes tears they gather from both these eyes, and multiply.
Trying to figure out what is really right.
It's nothing I can even reach to get a grasp, as the tears have left me blind.
Now there is no tear left to cry
Ticking away, as I hear the sands run through the hour glass of time.
I have to hurry before there's nothing left but my past, and the aging lines.
They always last and come to fast.
And In the end, only my love will live to outlast what's been left behind.
And it'll be just another empty memory that was so close to being divine.
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Behind the smile
PoetryMy pen is my release It's an orgasm to my soul -A collection of poetry and articles about my personal experience with depression.