Its 10:40 PM and my thoughts are darker than the shadows by my bed.
The silence is deafening and my soul
Oh, it's breaking.
My heart is racing, my mind is pacing, and yes, I do remember what I said.
Or was what I didn't say?
I don't remember anymore.
And I think my presence is dying
I sense that everyone is lying
My lungs are aching and oh, they are crying.
And I'm sorry that you hate me.
But I'm sorry that I hate me too.
My mind always wins and I always lose.
And yet here I think, that maybe if I left, you'd see that I have this internal bruise.
My ears are pounding and
my limbs are drowning underneath these covers of my bed.
And my mind, it has been succumbed by the dark thoughts of my head.
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Violet Dreams
Poetry"We wander and we let the words lead us." Old Poetry. Not my best. But still here :)
