Stars are just dead light, dissipating in front of our eyes.
My eyes held stars, but I can't see the light
anymore.
They say its momentary.
A phase, an episode, a
destructive place to rest my head.
I tell them I am okay, fine,
alright; go to bed. I don't need anyone
to stay up with me.
Stay up with me,
please. I can't verbalize
what's really taking over.
It's taking over
everything inside of me.
I let it in. Let me in. Help me out.
Get me out of
this dark I'm stuck in.
Reach in and pull me back,
set me back, pull me up,
I can't do this.
I am too weak, too afraid,
too stubborn, and I have
lost my faith, lost my hope,
lost my will
to even mouth the words
"I'm sorry."
I am sorry.
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