a month ago
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week of rain

i don't know how to differentiate

the light, the dark, the demon in my chest

i know i tried too hard and it's too late

my mind and body begging me to rest.

i scream and cry and panic, then i smile

it's easy to pretend wrong things are true.

i might just take a break and sleep a while

don't wake me up until i'm turning blue.

i'm drowning, lungs are filling, help can't breathe-

dehydrated, i'm shriveling away.

why love me if you only ever leave,

though it's my fault for hoping you would stay.

for weeks and months and years, nothing but rain...

at least it helps to wash away the pain.