Peace

Sometimes life is so dark,

I wonder if there’s even light,

I feel no need to cry anymore,

I think I’ve lost the fight.

 

I can’t catch my breath,

Face in the mirror I don’t recognize,

However this smile I smile,

I’ve really come to despise.

 

Glancing up again,

There’s a dead look to my face,

Now there’s the girl I've come to know,

Heartbeat an unsteady pace.

 

Sighing to myself,

I crawl back to my bed,

Pestering me about each of my flaws,

Are the voices in my head.

 

Closing my eyes,

I drift into peaceful sleep,

Still feeling the slight trickle of crimson blood,

I recall; peace does not come cheap.

 

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