For Those Like Me

We are the ones

walking home
at 2 a.m.,
stumbling our way down the long road
aching for the pillow to rest our head on,
pretending there is another dent in it,
with more than a blanket keeping us warm
as we fall into sleep.

We are the ones

taking long drags
as the ashes build and fall,
cracking the surface of the Earth
and exhaling all of those repressed thoughts
watching the sun rise
and praying for a new day
to take the old ones away.

We are the ones

who understand that
the only thing truly given to us in life
is the right to take it away
at any given point,
finger kissing the trigger,
brain begging for action,
heart pleading for patience.
For you, heart, we will wait. 

We are the ones

who spend the days 
feeling so alone,
and the nights 
staring at the stars
knowing we aren't.

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