It creeps in with the dead of the night
Every thought, every emotion throughout the day she silently fights
Some one once said “it comes in waves”
Memories mixed with self inflicting voices, leave her in a daze
Ritualistically tossing & turning throughout the witching hour
Nothing left, but her own heart to empower
Apr 20, 2020
Apr 20, 2020 at 2:13 PM UTC
It creeps in with the dead of the night
Every thought, every emotion throughout the day she silently fights
Some one once said “it comes in waves”
Memories mixed with self inflicting voices, leave her in a daze
Ritualistically tossing & turning throughout the witching hour
Nothing left, but her own heart to empower
Written: 2020
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