a Horrible place

I am almost half-exhausted
I am actually, pretty awake.
On my bed,
Soaked in sweat,
Its hard to appreciate a gift,
when its just a burden kept..
No, I am not complaining-
That is something ill never do,
I am just explaining the truth,
I know for you
That is always some thing
hard to hear.
But you know what dear?
For once I don't care..
I've finally, almost forgotten the smell of your hair
I tragically forget how it feels to be in love.
I didn't fix anything
I am my same old self
I just changed my methods of approach.
Who I tell my secrets too,
and whom I pray to at night.



I want to save this so I can read it whenever I feel alone in my feelings. I love this piece.

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