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Hello Sunday Mourning

Contributed by Jen_unknown_to_myself on Tuesday, 13th April 2010 @ 08:06:30 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

On this morning,
I wake up early,
Its 3 a.m.

I lay in strife,
Toss and turn,
My mind, I condemn.

The dream,
So livid, so real,
The lights are dim.

Pictures fly,
In my mind,
Across my eyes.

The happiness,
Once I had,
You and I.

A silhouette,
I see its you,
I want to die.

Exhaustion speaks,
I take that pill,
So I can sleep.

I slumber,
And in my dream,
My soul weeps.

I awake,
I realize,
Im in to deep.

4:42 a.m.
I lay in strife,
I cry.

I sit up,
I reach for the blade,
Across my wrist it slides.

I curl back up,
Lick at my wound,
Sleep, and accept your lie.

In my sleep,
I have a dream,
I see your smile.

A wicked grin,
Laughing at my wrists,
How could you be so vile?
,
Im disgusted,
In my throat,
I feel the bile.

5:16 a.m.
I sit up and scream,
I turn over and puke.

I ponder,
How could I,
I used to find you so cute.

But still yet,
These emotions,
I cant rebuke.

I roll over,
I focus on the ceiling,
I shut my eyes to sleep.

It never comes,
I lay in consciousness,
Until I feel the urge to pee.

7:16 a.m.
I get up,
I get ready.

But still yet,
I feel so unhappy,
As if Im drowning.

I paste on the false smile,
The fake happiness,
No, to them Im not mourning,

I walk out the door,
Hello, I say,
Hello, Sunday Morning.

Copyright © Jen_unknown_to_myself ... [ 2010-04-13 20:06:30]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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