Although I am close to slumber, I cannot sleep.
I rest my head on my bed and I resist the urge to weep.
The darkness drifts in slowly, then picks up its pace.
As I come to realization that I was never meant for this race.
I cannot stand to be alone, not for a day, an hour, or minute.
When there is no one around I simply wallow in it.
The grief, the sorrow, the endless doubts of life,
I cannot find a suitable reason that I should not give up this fight.
You make your own happiness is what I've been told,
But I wasn't blessed with the gift to fit any mold.
Being different is good as long as you're the same,
As long as you look like the other different kids, we wont burden you with shame.
Just the inner thoughts of a girl who is drifting off to sleep,
Just a cry out for anyone who can help her get some peace.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 11:41 PM UTC
Although I am close to slumber, I cannot sleep.
I rest my head on my bed and I resist the urge to weep.
The darkness drifts in slowly, then picks up its pace.
As I come to realization that I was never meant for this race.
I cannot stand to be alone, not for a day, an hour, or minute.
When there is no one around I simply wallow in it.
The grief, the sorrow, the endless doubts of life,
I cannot find a suitable reason that I should not give up this fight.
You make your own happiness is what I've been told,
But I wasn't blessed with the gift to fit any mold.
Being different is good as long as you're the same,
As long as you look like the other different kids, we wont burden you with shame.
Just the inner thoughts of a girl who is drifting off to sleep,
Just a cry out for anyone who can help her get some peace.
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