Monday, November 16, 2015

Addiction

She lays her tired head upon the pillow
So tired and discouraged she could weep
She hopes to find some refuge from this turmoil
Unsure if it is safe to fall asleep

Each waking brings more hopelessness and longing
For dreams that are now ragged and decayed
She wonders why she even makes the effort
And wishes that her bed could be her grave

She can't remember when it all went sideways
When everything she dreamt of was all lost
She only knows its lost to her forever
And living isn't worth the pain it cost

So, she lays her tired head upon her pillow
So tired and discouraged she could weep
She knows now  she cannot face the morning
She's determined this will be her final sleep

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