Blurry eyes
Sting with tears
As I think of you
Starry sky
Quiet night
Don't know what to do
Stifled sobs
Shaky breath
Hyperventilate
You ask why
I don't know
In this mental state
No one hears
No one's here
I am all alone
Quiet night
Starry sky
Has become my home
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Bandaid: A Collection Of Poems
PoetryThings I never said, but probably should have.
