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by xadelinx

by xadelinx

The thoughts that fill my brain past midnight,

The thoughts that have surely damaged me.

I keep my eyes shut tight-

I can't remember what I'm supposed to believe.

Counting the years I've looked through saddened eyes,

How sick I am of being tired.

The clock is just another thing I've grown to despise,

Continuously counting the days since my trust in you has expired.

My nails clawing at my tortured skin,

Trying to will myself to feel.

And I wonder how long its been,

And when I may begin to heal.

Outside the months continue to pass,

I see all their eyes trying not to stare.

As I take my shaking hand and knock over the glass,

As if one of them might care.

My family begs for me to stabilize,

If only I hadn't trusted you,

And if they had seen your ability to traumatize,

They'd understand why my remaining days are few.