Sometimes
when I'm lying awake at night
on an air mattress of a pull out couch
not sleeping because of the weight
of why i'm here in the first place.
I cry.
the tears stream directly onto the pillow
pulling off old remnants of eyeliner
and mascara
Dirtying the pillow
I cry because
I am alone
alone
alone fearing the darkness
what it brings
and if it will find me
the darkness
I spent so much of my life in...
The darkness I fought so hard
To get away from...
And I'm still fighting
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 3:57 PM UTC
Sometimes
when I'm lying awake at night
on an air mattress of a pull out couch
not sleeping because of the weight
of why i'm here in the first place.
I cry.
the tears stream directly onto the pillow
pulling off old remnants of eyeliner
and mascara
Dirtying the pillow
I cry because
I am alone
alone
alone fearing the darkness
what it brings
and if it will find me
the darkness
I spent so much of my life in...
The darkness I fought so hard
To get away from...
And I'm still fighting
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