I just don’t have anything good to say anymore. It’s horrible little broken pieces that don’t fit together now.
Complicated and stressful,
Every day is more than you can handle.
They show on your face,
All the thoughts you've come to hate.
Like a disease with no cure,
Controlling everything you do.
When the days end
And the dark descends,
You settle into your refuge
With the only friend who stayed true.
Leaving all the problems behind,
Closing your eyes.
As you lay
In night's arms.
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I wrote this many many years ago, the first time i shared it was on ficly.
It's also where I found my pen name, also many many years ago.
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