The shadows are calling;
The darkness so tempting.
Seeping through the cracks;
Of a mind once in tact.
A mind that was broken;
And now serves as a token.
Of a life not lived;
Not because of what I did.
But because no one ever cared;
To help me be prepared.
For the sleepless nights;
Lying motionless with constant sight.
Of the entire event;
BEGINNING, MIDDLE, END.
on constant repeat;
I can't remember how to sleep.
I close my eyes;
And hear nothing but cries,
Smell nothing but death,
Feel nothing but regret.
So there I lie;
And silently cry.
But tomorrow will come;
From that I can't run.
Then I'll relive it again;
I just want it to end.
Oct 22, 2018
Oct 22, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
The shadows are calling;
The darkness so tempting.
Seeping through the cracks;
Of a mind once in tact.
A mind that was broken;
And now serves as a token.
Of a life not lived;
Not because of what I did.
But because no one ever cared;
To help me be prepared.
For the sleepless nights;
Lying motionless with constant sight.
Of the entire event;
BEGINNING, MIDDLE, END.
on constant repeat;
I can't remember how to sleep.
I close my eyes;
And hear nothing but cries,
Smell nothing but death,
Feel nothing but regret.
So there I lie;
And silently cry.
But tomorrow will come;
From that I can't run.
Then I'll relive it again;
I just want it to end.
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