Late At Night
I sit in bed,
Late at night.
With watery eyes,
And a blurry sight.
Lost in thoughts,
and out of control.
Nothing inside,
But a cold, dark soul.
Alone and scared,
With an aching heart.
Surrounded by darkness,
And slowly falling apart.
During the nights,
I carve the pain.
Dripping dark red,
And going insane.
When the tears dry,
I sit here in bed.
With only the thought,
Of being dead.
Goodbye world,
You've all won.
I'm tired of this pain,
I'm finally done.
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