You know what it feels like to scream so loud your throat hurts?
You feel like your life is slipping away; and you're too tired of holding on.
You tell yourself that it's going to be different this time; so you buy that last train ticket.
You know deep down, you're going to lose it, because your fears keep chasing you away.
So you take a deep breath and count until you're relaxed.
Do you feel that?
But then you look to your left.
And you see that they're back to it again.
It's always the same thing.
Over, and over, and over.
...This is the final straw.
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Beautiful Sorrows
Poetry"Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary." -Khalil Gibran
