Angst
I sleep like a rock after a crying fit.
I can close my eyes, soon as its over with.
Staring up at my ceiling,
with pink butterflies in my eyes.
And it doesn't hurt as much,
as long as I cry.
Their advice and all their quotes on the wall.
If only I'd taken the message; it's all
too much...
to take in, and I'll write run-on
sentences; explaining my childhood angst.
I can close my eyes, soon as its over with.
Staring up at my ceiling,
with pink butterflies in my eyes.
And it doesn't hurt as much,
as long as I cry.
Their advice and all their quotes on the wall.
If only I'd taken the message; it's all
too much...
to take in, and I'll write run-on
sentences; explaining my childhood angst.
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