its 12am,tears pouring down
its 12am,
tears pouring down your cheeks.
the thoughts keep accumilating like debt,
a type of debt no matter what you try,it will never go away
you neverwere told how painful it is
to lay awake at night and feeling nothing
empty,used,torn apart
you dont know what to do
who to ask for help
its better to let all the tears out
close your eyes
and hope that you can fall asleep.
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