The darkness consumed me.
This happened a while ago.
The horrible memories surged through me
making me stay up all day and night.
Always hanging on the edge,
with no hopes or dreams.
Time has stopped for me.
Everything was always on repeat.
I could feel myself breaking down,
and floating into the vast ocean.
Who knew that my tears were greater than the ocean itself.
Who knew my tears will stream endlessly
with no intentions to stop.
When will these tears stop?
Why can't anybody tell?
When is the right time?
When am I acceptable?
Why do I have to experience these emotions all by myself?
I feel drunk and wasted everyday
without a single drop of alcohol.
Tell me truthfully, what do you want from me?
I am fading and drying.
Osmosis is no longer possible for me.
I can't handle it anymore.
The pain...
It just is too much.
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