September 7, 2009
By candace10 BRONZE, Midland, Texas
candace10 BRONZE, Midland, Texas
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The nights are my shelter
Laying lifeless in a sleepless slumber
But days... they become my nightmares
Silent screams taking my mind captive.

Passing through the curious crowds
Like the living dead, awake and mournful
Searching for a sign, maybe a sliver of hope
To get me through another devastating day.

Torn and tattered, I make it home
Finally left alone, with only this agony
Free to finish the fatal act you started
Beaten down and battered... I'll believe it's my fault...

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