I've been trying to hold on as best as I can.
but lately times been taking to long to heal me.
I'm doing my best to understand,
that this is just the way things have to be.
Everyone says "It's going to be okay"
Then why the hell doesn't it feel that way?
I'm so tired of feeling like I can't move.
But every night when I close my eyes,
the darkness reveals the demons that hide.
And ever time when I try to shut them all out,
I fight as best as I can to take them all down,
there's a battle in my mind.
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The Lonely.
PoetryLonely thoughts creep into my mind. I scream as the tear me up inside. No one knows No one hears the cries. No one knows me when it's night.
