My eyes are burning from the lost of sleep,
From the tears I shed,
My scars spread through my arms,
My eyes are burning from the lost of sleep,
My sanity slowly fading away,
I want to cry,
I want to hide my life away,
My eyes are burning from the lost of sleep,
Cover in my own blood,
The crows screeching through the air tonight,
I want to bury up my thoughts and continue to scream "help,"
I want to lay down and rest,
Peacefully,
To heal my heart and soul again,
My eyes are burning from the lost of sleep.
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The Selfless Me
Non-FictionSometimes, I just want to write out my feelings, y'know. It's okay to write what's going on in your head. It's okay to open a clean page and just write all the things you've held onto. It's okay to let loss on a piece of paper with a pen/pencil at...
