Those nights.
Those nights where I lay awake at 4 in the morning
Contemplating life
My eyes burn from tears, and I begin to wonder
If life was even meant for me
Am I just a waste of skin and bones
Destined to fail in this journey we call life?
Would I be better without a heartbeat?
My cold blood lifeless in my bruised veins?
I can't imagine any reason why I'm still here
When the world moves without me
I am the broken record playing in the living room
The couple continues to dance, despite my errors
I am the cloud left behind
Because I am too heavy with rain to be moved by the wind
I'm the sunken ship at the bottom of the sea
Abandoned by everyone I once carried through a storm
And those nights are the worst
When I am unsure if I can bear to wake up in the morning
Or if tonight will be my last
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