Woke up on the wrong side of the bed, again.
Trying to avoid the void inside of me, again.
Sometimes drinking away the pain isn't best for me but I still do it.Even now it's hard to quit.
Staring into the darkness is all I do anymore.
The same tears staining my cheeks just like they have done time and time before.I can't breathe.
I can't control myself when I start to seethe.I'm ashamed of who I am.
I'm just a lamb.
Waiting for a dream to stream in.
To breakaway the nightmare I'm in.
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Don't Speak
PoetryA collection of poetry I've been writing from when I was 14 till now.