#insomniapoem

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Lying awake
At twelve a.m.
You wonder to yourself
Could I ever be like them?
Perfectly pretty
Scar free
How could anyone love someone like me?

Lying awake
At one a.m.
Why is there whispers?
The demons inside
They whisper to you
Your being eaten alive.

Lying awake
At two a.m.
Someone please help me
You repeat yet again
No one can hear you
They are obvious to your cries

Lying awake
At three a.m.
It's to late to save me
Sliding the blade again and again
The blood pours out
Like the cries of your soul
It's too late to save me
You whisper letting go

Laying dead
At four a.m.
You could have saved her

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