As the evening winds down
and the nights grow old,
being left alone
seems too easy,
considering my thoughts
keep me company.
Tired and restless,
unable to sleep,
the mind runs nonstop,
making it hard to breathe.
As I lie here alone,
staring at the ceiling,
tears fall from weary eyes.
Unable to speak
or cry out for help,
I sit here and pray
that one day
it
all
just
melts.
About the Creator
Trinity
honestly im using this platform to get everything off my chest. to continue feeling like i have a purpose. and if i could connect with you and help you feel heard i would love to do that. so i hope you stay for more
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