The Mourning

Fri, 01/31/2014 - 19:05 -- bp1211

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Morning is meant as a gentle reprieve

Not so for me

Heart and stomach twisted

Misery is so gifted

Crawling in when you least expect it

Knits itself in your stomach pit

Depression drawing me in

Happiness in the darkness dim

So it wasnt a dream

Turns into my reality

A huge dark nightmare

A wave of despair

It all hits me again

Like a wave hurling in

The pain is again fresh

My heart a huge ol' mess

Not sure if I'll make it through

Life sucks without you

Who can see me in the dark

With no light as a mark

My light went out

When my heart was strewn about

A deep physical ache

A feeling of heartbreak

How to express such a dark feeling

It feels like my world is reeling

Spinning faster than fast

Gaining control is a wish of the past

#yowo

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Some of the darkest things appear out of our hearts during our blackest hours

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