Tears On My Lips

I can't
breathe.
I'm stuck,
at this halfway point
between alertness and
inactivity,
these bloody
dreams,
won't let me
turn the light
out.
won't let me
rest.

This day is
but another in
a long string
of identical
hazes,
sleep late
because you
were up late
with Them. Those
people,
my subconscious
if I could
I'd kill them
all.
I want it to
stop, now,
and times like
this, I understand
the appeal of
suicide.

Never will I, at least,
not yet,
not today, nor
tomorrow
but I see the why.

There are so
many people and
their false promises, fill me
up, why am I falling for
those gilded lies?

But they follow me anyway
into my head,
into my dreams, corrupting
the
possibility.

And I hope, that this
bout will pass
quickly,
back into the corners,
where dark things
belong.
So that I may
stop waking with
tears on my
lips.





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BrokenSoul5 said...
Mar. 14, 2013 at 1:29 pm
I understand and appriciate this poem completely. Thank you for pouring your heart out in it. It gives me courage and hope.
 
Angie.Hudak This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jul. 23, 2011 at 6:44 pm
This is beautiful :D I honestly wish more people could write like this, so deep but in a way that SO many people can relate with! If you get the chance, check out some of my stuff!
 
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