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It's one in the morning

I'm lying here awake

Wondering why I'm still breathing



The moon is shining brightly in my eyes

Peaking through the cracks between the curtains

Hanging loosely like my life



A single tear rolls down my cheek

I feel so weak I can't move

Frozen in place just like my depression



Cold breath exhales from my mouth

As if my soul were leaving my body

Lifeless and consumed on the pillow-topped mattress



A soul lives on forever

Even if it's dead

I dread my afterlife



I grew up detached from the world

Yet I yearn for companionship

To feel the love of others within myself



My numbness is overwhelming

It forces me to gasp for air

But the air is cold and dry like my optimism



I'm stranded on this pitiful road of life

Either way I go I'll remain the same

Unhappy and alone



The clock sounds two

An hour of my unworthy being, existed

Without a drop of bliss



My eyes are dried from staring at the world passing me by

Rain begins to pour outside my window

Flashes of lightening portray the exasperating sections of my life



Covering myself with the blanket

I hide away the worries and anguish

The only thing I'm good at



The eyes are the portals to the soul

They tell you the truth

If you don't look deep enough you'll never see



My eyes are closed tightly

Therefore people don't notice my agony

No one understands my tears



I wander if I'll ever find the euphoria

I heard so much about

My eyelids are growing heavy with guilt



Choking over my own tears

I whisper quietly to the world

Where I'm going is only a dream



A mere divide in our dimensions

I'll see you, but you won't see me

You'll only feel my breeze



So another day has past

I cry unwillingly over my own mess

And gradually suck it in, as I go to rest.





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