dailylife
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'Twas once in early misty in the cold forenoon;
And some still sleep, so till and tight; beneath the moon.
The door. There was a knock; with rapping and with tap.
The mote in these eyes have awoken. Heard my kin --
There I walking solitude
Alone, inconspicuous and free
Of shadow where I walk passed everyday
I'm very confined in my own mind
Wandering upon reality
I watch from inside as the afternoon breeze flows through
The lush green leaves of the overhanging trees out front
I hear from my desk the hum of airplanes flying high
And the snap of the flag in the sky to the side
so fucking alone
lying in my bed
exhausted
as im trying to pick up my phone
but no one is home
so i sit here alone
on this pollow of foam
pillows scatter my bed
The glass glints as my window opens,
When the light streams in,
My whole world brightens,
But with the light comes shadows.
Dark, hidden corners frame my room,
Worthless
Is the name
Can I show you my world ?
It's filled with lies, betrayal , pain and despair
What am I holding?
My knife
I bleed my pain away
Yes it's okays if my clothes get stain
