The quiet brings my mind racing thoughts.
I reach to turn on music, in hopes it will stop.
The midnight sky seems to have become my worst enemy. It's only then I toss and turn, all emotions running free.
Those thoughts and feelings that roam,
they keep me from feeling what I want to feel, numb.
So many questions I have without an answer,
but I wouldn't dare ask them,
afraid of the type of conversation I'll enter.
I need to get back to that mind space.
Where I'll be closed off and
my heart can't escape.
Thinking of someone in that way again,
I'm afraid of where that could leave me in the end.
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