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You have consumed my thoughts.
How are you?
You have become a part of my daily routine.
Should I text him?
You drive me crazy.
Why hasn't he replied?
I think I am becoming depressed.
Eyes burnt and veins red,
By 3am dreams of life are dead,
Is that a trumpet I hear?
The sound of the end, freedom from despair,
Take me to thee, take me please,
This pain hunts me, I’m under attack
I drink, I drone,
My future unknown.
Coffee helps with the moan,
And early morning foam.
To college I’ve shown,
Myself a new home,
Though to graduate alone,
Brings itself a sad tone.
Stop it
I'm sorry kids
But yes,
There's no afterlife
And we will die
You wonder why
I did this
Melted ice caps and
Starved kids
As if
Because I know
I can tell you
Sometimes, I wish you could see me;
have a video tape recording that you watched
at the end of every day,
that played out the events of my day to day life
like a movie
