Midnight Thoughts
I would give anything to know what a full night of rest is like, to not have to cry myself to sleep.
Some live, some die, but to be dead while alive means to live without life.
Midnight Thoughts!
From the start I knew you were wrong for me, the secret that I couldn’t keep. Every day you laugh at me, while I sit in pain, crying, trying to find a way to break free. These thoughts in my head keep a hold of me. I am dying on the inside, but that is what you’ve always wanted of me. The more I allow you to take from me, the more you damage my self-esteem. You tell me no one cares, and you’re the only one for me. You have promised to never leave and you have proven that enough already. You cause the most destruction but yet you are only what I have created.
About the Creator
Renee Knadler
I wish the waves would carry me into the deep,
away from this evil place,
away from never ending pain, away from toxic heartache.
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