I go to dark places every night The light gets harder and harder to find Losing people; losing you Would you even believe me if I told you the truth? These tears won't dry, not on their own The older I get, the more I feel alone No one understands; no one can possibly know Why my neurochemistry invariably implodes I'm a long way from where I was before I might be farther still from where I ought to be Enough is enough, I've paid my debts Looking for a kindred soul to resurrect me Because the thoughts I have about saying my goodbye's Are even worse at night as I lay down for some rest These ghosts they haunt and taunt me, every hour of the day They say "Ha, good luck! With me you'll be obsessed" Someone showed me a light kept burning just for me If it's not all bullshit; just a sweet bedtime story Please send me a bulb that'll grow in Texas soil I'll plant it somewhere here where my father he doth toil If there's one iota, a nano-byte of truth I'll force myself to crawl my way out of this jail One small favour, one loving last request Please include a photo of my scarf with the mail
7:31 p.m. - 2022-12-27
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