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Annie McLaughlin Apr 2016
clock in
somewhere between midnight and eery silece
peeling my eyes wide, can not close
(they can't)
have to keep busy
busy, busy, busy
my mind is always busy like it's a job
no time for breaks
no happy thoughts
the one laying next to me is rich in slumber
resting from his day of work
I am wide awake,
my mind working quickly, my eyes watering just on que
it's all part of the routine
I have to never forget you
it's okay, my dear dreamer
sleep well,
I will take the night shift.
My thoughts - jumbled and mixed together.
Annie McLaughlin Mar 2016
At the end of the day
I will feel good in my own skin
At the end of the day
I will be satisfied with who I am
At the end of the day
I will have survived another disaster
At the end of the day
I will look to myself and matter
At the end of the day
Im going to be okay
Annie McLaughlin Mar 2016
You don't seem to understand
You can't just down the whole bottle and ask for my hand
You don't seem to get the picture
You can't just swallow this poision and add me into the mixture
You don't seem to comprehend
That you're just buying these lies
Even though my faith is on the other end
You don't seem to really care
That you're underaged for such things
As long as they bid you (and only you) fair
Annie McLaughlin Mar 2016
Your desperate tears mean nothing to him
For all he knows, the second they are wiped away
You go back to your happy whim
Your damaged eyes amount to little
For all he knows, the second they are hid away
You're no longer feeling brittle
Annie McLaughlin Mar 2016
three*
I am dead inside
two
I have no place to hide
one
In death I will abide
Sorry for the ****** poems lately... Doesn't mean Im going to stop writing them, but sorry.
Annie McLaughlin Mar 2016
Oh god, I desire
To be just like the one I admire
You inspire
Me you selfish hateful liar
You tire me
You wire me
To believe just what you be
I hear the warnings from the choir
"Stop right there, that man's a liar!"
Oh, my eyes catch that certain fire
I must inquire
What inspired you
Dear mr liar
Annie McLaughlin Mar 2016
Left alone
After you said you would never go
Thanks, I know how much I'm worth
Just a couple ******* hundred lies
Over cigarettes and other girls
Thanks for the reassurance
That my existence means absolutely no **** to you
Thanks for the inspiration
To do what I should have years ago
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