Talking To Yourself

December 7, 2010
Why must it always be this way?
Why must it always be a fight?
Can’t things just be alright?
Can’t we just forget the bad?
Questions, Questions, Questions.
Stop with all the questions.
Rest your head, no need to worry.
Some things just need to end in fury.
Screaming, yelling, throwing, crying, hurting.
Dying from the inside out.
Can’t take it anymore.
It’s time to get out.
Don’t stop, you’re stupid!
Don’t be her; don’t make her mistakes.
You are better then that.
Just go to bed, you can get away tomorrow
Sleep is a fright.
Can’t sleep at night.
Try to dream about tomorrow.
I am trapped in the sorrows,
If tomorrows ever come.

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