ITS 2:38 AM BUT I NEVER SLEEP
ANYMORE BECAUSE
EVERYTIME I CLOSE MY EYES
YOUR PICTURE BURNS MY
EYELIDS AND THE THOUGHT
OF YOU SITS IN THE BACK
OF MY BRAIN
YOU ARE READING
Depression
PoetryDe•pres•sion /dèpreSH(e)n/ 1. The feeling of serve despondency and dejection "I'm often silent when I'm screaming inside." - CREDITS TO THE OWNER WHO WROTE SOME OF THESE--Will state the ones that are MINE. Don't fight me over this.
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ITS 2:38 AM BUT I NEVER SLEEP
ANYMORE BECAUSE
EVERYTIME I CLOSE MY EYES
YOUR PICTURE BURNS MY
EYELIDS AND THE THOUGHT
OF YOU SITS IN THE BACK
OF MY BRAIN
