Every night,
They like to bite,
When you're not around,
And I'm lonely.
They creep into my head,
While I lay in bed,
Listing reason after reason,
Every day.
They suffocate,
Crushing me with a heavy weight,
They continue to hurt me,
Until I cannot heal.
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The Broken Road
Poetry"Sometimes the broken road is the only way home." -Unknown Part Two: I guess I'm in love. --------- A collection of 2018 poems. 3/12/19 #227 in broken 3/13/19 #285 in finding happiness 4/6/19 #5 in living life
