The Storm

I wish I could wake up

and all of this could be nothing

but a dream.

I'm scared of the dark.

I wish only hearts can see the true pain

you caused me.

I'm at war with my own mind

wondering if I shoud just end it.

The storm won't stop.

It's been going on

since you came into my life.

If you die,

the storm will too.

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