Sanity wanes
and I do not know
what it is I honestly need
to avoid hours like this
That familiar static
rings insatiably in my ear
and the lights turn on
I walk the wrong hall
afraid and tired
to push myself through sounds and sights
that blind and deafen
and can't be handled
by a person as weak as I
And I am aware
consciously
to all the truth I spill
Does hate feel better here?
I used to not hate
let alone literally feel
THE LONGER I STAY, THE LONGER I'M LIKELY TO STAY HERE
Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
Sanity wanes
and I do not know
what it is I honestly need
to avoid hours like this
That familiar static
rings insatiably in my ear
and the lights turn on
I walk the wrong hall
afraid and tired
to push myself through sounds and sights
that blind and deafen
and can't be handled
by a person as weak as I
And I am aware
consciously
to all the truth I spill
Does hate feel better here?
I used to not hate
let alone literally feel
THE LONGER I STAY, THE LONGER I'M LIKELY TO STAY HERE
11-13-2012
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