I woke up and they were there
They dont care about
Time or date
They fill my brain with
Vengance and hate
They make me sad
They make me cry
They make me want to kiss
The world goodbye
They make it so as I cannot
Look myself in the eye
They are all consuming in my head
And I have got the strength
To climb out of this bed
I am just going to lay here
And feel sorry for myself instead
Wishing that I would wake up dead
The Unlikely Poet
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