I've been searching for hours,

to find a reason why.

It's 2 A.M.

and I'm running circles in my mind.

I whisper prayers

that go unheard.

I wonder when

my thoughts will turn.

To happy days

and beautiful dreams.

Will I be rid of these nightmares

and drawn out screams?

I wish I could escape myself,

If only for a day.

But that's not how life works out.

That's not the game it plays.

So I'll lie here tonight

and I'll wait to die.

Trapped in this incubus,

eyes open wide.


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