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Crying at 4:37 am
Hoping to fall
No, not asleep
But from a building
Why do I care for people I don't know?
When my life is the equivalent of stepping on burning coals.
The internetið is made á English
Hví can't ég write in mínu language
Engin will understand ljóðin mine
If ég skrifa in foreign tungumál
Black thoughts slide up my back
Broken mind remembers.
Those days darkness took
Draining the joy out.
Slowly my mind slipped
Stopping even you.
The one mind that memories
Mild and sad.
Do not reject nor
Need too live.
Laying on a couch.
With the world.
Spinning around you.
No chores, tasks,
worries, only calm.
Every muscle still.
Though the mind.
Runs faster, faster.
Until finally, stop.
Sleep, my love
It's 00:41 and my heart
Is pounding out of my chest
My breathing is fast and shallow
I can feel my throat tighten up
The bed is shaking because of me
Me and someone else
No, not the one you're thinking of
Not a lover
An abuser
Someone who is ******* my life up
With his mind games and tricks
He's not a good person
I don't even think he is one
He is inhuman
I call him Hell
You might know him as Anxiety
The first day of snow
A travel cup with tea
Steaming in the cold
Perhaps this winter
Won't be so bad
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