It's 10 at night...
I should be asleep...
But I can't...
Because all this time, I'm thinking of what I've done...
The light is off...
It's completely silent...
Except for the voices in my head, telling me that I have done so many bad things, hurt so many people, and have concealed the truth from those close to me...
But somehow, every night...
I manage to fall asleep...
And every time I wake up...
I fear going back to sleep...
Because I'll have to face those things again, something I never look forward to...
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So yeah. That's my poetry. I don't know if I did it right or messed it up to the point of no fixing it, but ta-da! Hope you liked it.
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Poetry... I guess...
PoesíaSo, everyone has a poetry section of their personal page, so you know what? Why not make my own? Yes I know, basically bandwagoning (hopefully that is spelled correctly) on the whole thing, but oh well.
