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[bodytext] =>  Stay up all night, drinking this stuff that has no flavor. The color drained from the walls and my breath is so shallow. Denying that’s it’s ending. Lying that it was ever getting better. Everything’s so different. Surrounded by what disappeared and what I can’t remember. Losing the only thing I loved and keeping this pain locked away. Close my eyes and I can still hear your screams. I can still feel my words tearing me away from reality. Sitting here, thinking of everything I need to forget. Thinking of everything that needs to die. Thinking about why I’m dying, while you’re sleeping right here. Denying that it’s going to end. Lying that it’s ever going to get better. Trying to wake up when my heart has stopped. I can hear your words and your fear as you hold me close…the rope somewhere else. Telling me that you love me, because if you had lost me… Everything would have died. But I just wish I would have stayed there and left it all behind. I don’t want to say goodbye. I don’t want to feel this. Why did you leave…why? Why do you leave me here to struggle for something I don’t own. Sleeping on the concrete. Feeling the cold seep in. Seeing somewhere else when I told you I saw nothing. I saw it all…. Everthing. Everyone. And it would have been so much better if I had stayed gone. Kissing this picture of you, because you’re just not here. I lose my sanity somewhere in that room. Somewhere…I forgot why I live this life. It’s never too late to change this, but everything is a different color and I feel so lost. Just let me slip under. Just let me be gone. And yet, I’m not going to die. I’m going to be here, still awake…and still breathing. Holding onto you as you beg me to come back. I’ll stay here…because there’s just nothing left. I’ll stay here, even though I’d rather disappear. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 13 [informant] => MG_Akela22090 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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