this time i cry
as i lay me down to sleep, my day passes as if it was full of bad luck, my heart really not into anything anymore...my body rests but im still beaten as if i know i'm gonna make more mistakes...trusting people with my heart was my first, trusting people still will be my last...somehow my last breath gonna be a sad one, one breath i know i'm not gonna wanna take but i know i have to...my heart held captive, being a slave for no reason, just one reason to be happy that i need...i need it for my soul, the void that was left, it can't be filled with simple things, complexity needed...i am not simple except to the sight, book unopened but yet still being judged...i have allowed to be door-matted, constantly being walked on and much of nothing done about it...your kiss i wanted to feel, your hand i wanted to hold, your smile i wanted to see, all of that now just imagination...none of it really real, something from a fiction book and never had a chance...i still now cry, my heart hurts still, no chance for redemption as being happy, no chance for freedom, still the slave i started off being, still ending the slave i know i have become to get used to...i still now cry.......-Edward Orlando Griffin
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