I can’t sleep, I can’t eat
I’m crying.
I can’t think, I feel weak
I’m crying.
Am I pathetic, for I don’t know what to do?
Do you think I might be dying?
I lose my memory every now and then, too.
I may be dying.
I don’t know who to talk to or trust.
When I try they make a big fuss.
There’s so much drama and crap.
It keeps piling on my lap.
I’m tired of it and done.
But I’m still the only one.
I worry so much I’m shaking.
I feel a dagger inside, threatening my heart.
Is it only a dream but I’m not awakening?
In the end, I’m still crying and crying,
Almost impossible to stop.
Until after so long of crying,
I’m finally gone.
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Me, Myself, and I
What may be written may be true or you might say just my imagination. Sheild your eyes and don't read. It is all in the past. Beware for the unknown.
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Pyro Aleera
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