It is the night again
My head on my pillow and tears on my cheek
My mind, filled up with thoughts and worries of all the possibilities and impossibilities.
My eyes, too heavy to shut and too teary to dry.
What must it take to become me?
The best version I dream of anytime I'm in my thoughts?
How long do I have to endure all the pains and humiliations? The hurtful words and the pointed fingers.
Sometimes, I try to endure and move on
But my heart and mind doesn't let me.
Sometimes I leave so I will live but I always get pulled back.
My courage is stumbling while I watch helplessly.
Nothing looks possible, so I will force myself to sleep as usual.
©ronmey
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