there are nights that seem endless, when nightmares dance within my head. i exhale and lay real still, and imagine i am dead. and when my eyelids open, they gasp at the sight of light. gently they fill with a liquid pain, and slowly blinds my sight. and its a struggle everyday, trying to convince myself im okay, but what does tomorrow hold, if not what it holds today? sometimes screams elude me, until they quickly fill my ears. i awkwardly sink down on my knees, and wonder why no one else hears. Is it just my imagination? Are these screams just let out inside? Are these made up scars on my wrist? or am I going blind? Am I really making it all up? Are they not really there? Did I just invent these problems? Or is it just that nobody cares? and its a struggle everyday, trying to convince myself im okay, but what does tomorrow hold, if not what it holds today? there are days that seem endless, must be all in my head. i exhale and lay real still, and imagine i am dead.Birth sign: Sagittarius
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