Don't you hate it.
Don't you hate it.
When you stare blank faced at the ceiling, dead 12:00 at night.
No tears leaking from your eye.
But you can feel the pain inside.
Don't you hate it, hate it so much. When kids laugh and play.
But you haven't smiled all day.
Can you breathe, even breathe at all.
Laying awake with no one to talk
I can't bare, bare
To speak.
About the way I creep.
I'm not proud of the way I look.
Every morning as I open my eyes I know there is something to hide.
So I sleep, sleep all day.
Hoping that maybe I can leave another way.
And as i remember the past, I know one day, I'll make my dreams last.
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Midnight Thoughts
Poesía-I hate how I'm still here- -staring at the stars littering the sky- -watch how differently they treat us- -love is possible but it's so hard to find- -don't trust the voice in your head- "these are my midnight thoughts, I write them down and re...
