The Goodbye..
- AlaN
- Dec 13, 2017
- 1 min read
It’s 10 PM
No Not again I tell myself everyday. Stop thinking Stop these cryptic situations
The demons get stronger every night and crawl beside me And consume my inner soul and take my mind into tormented abyss It’s hard for me to find my way back And I get too scared that the next day will be the last Every day the road to redemption seems to blur As the night gets darker, the thoughts replicate its color I sit to write in order to take my mind off from the pain I am about to experience in a while But all that goes in vain As I write about the same thing twice Hundreds of knives slice my skin throughout the night I am stabbed by the memories again and again Till every last drop of blood pours out of the vein I am tortured, dipped in the pool of treacherous dreams Where I am drowning within my own darkness and no light I try to reach out for a helping hand But I am talking to myself and no one is in sight
It’s 12 AM
It’s time Maybe it all will get over soon Hopefully today will be the last time And I would happily say, I am done for the night Or I am done from this life.
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