You feel the tears welling up
You know they're threatening to fall
But can you let them go?
You know you can't make a scene
You know you can't tell anyone
So will you never let them know?
You feel you can't do this anymore
You know there's no hope
But why, oh why would you want to let go?
The lump in your throat builds up
But you blink back the tears
And you'll force yourself to smile
The truth is -
You've never felt like you were worthwhile
But darling this is your life
And you cannot escape
From the grasp of which only the unknown will take
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Nyctophilia
Poetrynyc·to·phil·i·a • A preference for the night or darkness (triggering - rambles about life's worst moments, thoughts I've collected for a while)
