It's the middle of the day
And my soul is heavy
Weak heart and dark lines
Will use sleep to console me.
It's less time spent awake thinking.
Less time spent burdening other people.
Tears get caught in the cages of my eyelashes
Screaming for freedom they won't be granted
And as I lay my head on the cold floor
I wish that I could sleep
And either wake up with joy abound
Or be living no more
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