My gaze tracing the lines on the ceiling
2am and I hope my heart's healing
My body's numb to any real feeling
As I hear my mind's worries revealing
I hate that hardly anyone likes me
And the few who do still might leave
I hate that I'm laying here crying
Which will lead to puffy eyes in the morning
I wish I could just love myself first
Or at least go back to when I felt sure
I wish I could be my own shelter
Away from a world where I get hurt
My fingers tracing the tears staining my cheeks
My sobs dulling the ache inside me
2am and my skull is still spiraling
As the black abyss of the night tries to hide me
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Rain Clouds
PoetrySimple poems, each with a story just behind them. ••• This book will be updated whenever I write a new poem worth posting. I draw inspiration either from my own complicated emotions, or sometimes even stories I've created in my mind. I suppose only...
