Blue sky's
Hold witness
to grey days.
Light shines
upon me.
But I do not feel it.
Just this
heavy weight
in my chest.
Just this
dark void
that's swallowing me.
Just this
Need to
Run from everyone.
I begg you
Pull the sun
From the sky...
Blind it's eyes
From witnessing
My destruction.
Jun 20, 2017
Jun 20, 2017 at 11:54 AM UTC
Blue sky's
Hold witness
to grey days.
Light shines
upon me.
But I do not feel it.
Just this
heavy weight
in my chest.
Just this
dark void
that's swallowing me.
Just this
Need to
Run from everyone.
I begg you
Pull the sun
From the sky...
Blind it's eyes
From witnessing
My destruction.
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