"As I climb into bed
I dread closing my eyes
Cause I can hear so many cries
I'm scared
And crazy unprepared
For what tonight has in mind
For the information I might find
I keep telling myself not to feel
But my tears turn teal
My head hits the pillow
And I sing the song of the willow
It's no use
I still shake
Cause I can't tell what's real and what's fake
My lies
They appear in my eyes
As I hug my thighs
I'm alone
In the darkeness
With monsters
Look under my bed
Go head
They aren't there
Cause they are inside my head
And I'm so dead."
-r.b
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-Love, your very own broken girl💜
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Midnight wonders
Poetry•Exulansis: the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it •Sciamachy: a battle against imaginary enemies, against your own shadow. •Eccedentesiast: a person who fakes a smile For some people...
