It's in those early hours of the morning that we silently cry. In those few breathless moments in the night that we try not to die. Bent up emotions, kept up inside, so that we won't make a commotion. Give us these few hours to find ourselves, to dust off the books and organize our shelves. Because we are stories close to being finished before the end, so we need these silent moments to ourselves to try and mend. So please we ask that you remain asleep, because some of us can't bare to show that we might be weak. By the time you awake our tears will have dried,and you won't even know how much we cried. It's in the early hours of the morning we call our own, the few moments we have that our scars are shown.
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Emotions of the Emotionally Unstable
PoetryEvery one of these tell a story about me. Every one of these convey emotions I've had. This is nothing more than a collection of memories and a place to hide away my emotions.
