Sometimes I think if I break... will I spill out?
Memouries and melodies are the only treasures I have.
Sometimes I dream of falling asleep.
Every morning I face the nightmare of waking up.
Everyday I must reintroduce myself.
Every night I know I will forget.
Patiently I wait for The day.
Every evening I close my eyes in anguish.
I sleep cold at night.
I sleep with both eyes open.
Am I just a mistake?
Or have I yet to find myself?
Teethgrinding -I can't stop.
The silence is deafening.
I prefer the lights out at night.
That way I am free to see what I want.
I wish I knew how to dance
With someone new.
I don't like how the mirror looks at me.
It won't tell me anything, but I can see it in their eyes.
May 13, 2012
May 13, 2012 at 7:16 PM UTC
Sometimes I think if I break... will I spill out?
Memouries and melodies are the only treasures I have.
Sometimes I dream of falling asleep.
Every morning I face the nightmare of waking up.
Everyday I must reintroduce myself.
Every night I know I will forget.
Patiently I wait for The day.
Every evening I close my eyes in anguish.
I sleep cold at night.
I sleep with both eyes open.
Am I just a mistake?
Or have I yet to find myself?
Teethgrinding -I can't stop.
The silence is deafening.
I prefer the lights out at night.
That way I am free to see what I want.
I wish I knew how to dance
With someone new.
I don't like how the mirror looks at me.
It won't tell me anything, but I can see it in their eyes.
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