it's 1am and i can't think

Hollow emptied bones

Cold drenching through

Listening to my breath

Imagining your sweet face

Tearing away from my thoughts

Loving me to through the grave

 

Held together by tight hugs

Pieces falling out one by one

Escaped soul and restless eyes

Burns engulf me and sear what remains

 

Too scatterbrained to understand

Too broken to worry much

Too lost to care about all the stares

Too done to think about fixing myself

This poem is about: 
Me

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