Sleep eludes me, far 2 much on my mind 4 me 2 ever find peace...so I sit, pry more alone than I've ever been, idle thoughts getting the best of me...ripping apart at the seems of my psyche, I'm a mess, I try 2 hide it from those around me & I do a fairly good job, but when I'm alone with myself, there's no one left 2 lie 2, no one left 2 fool, except the fool himself. I long 4 better days, 4 optimizim true optimizim not the falseness I pass on as truth. Praying 2 the heavens that I can rewind time & untangle the weaves in my loom. I can taste the wretched salt of tears on my face but do nothing 2 make them cease. Everything id hoped 2 b...I've failed... Miserably... I'm not innocent by any means nor am I a victim of any devices other than my own misgivings...maybe my perspective is totally fucked & I'm not the 1 seeing things clearly...my emotions r in overload, it's quite possible I cld overdose, so if I dnt rise in the morn, I pray that no one has 2 mourn, this wicked soul, this blackened heart, this demon that ripped me apart...this curse cannot b lifted, so I doubt I'll b worth missing...
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