It's been 4:30 in the morning and I couldn't sleep,
The sleeping pills on my bed side table says,
Bitch you have enough of me,
The stars which shine brighter started to fade away,
The constellation they make started to give a way,
The night was quite as hell,
The darkness in me grew wild,
The self harm marks was visible clearly,
I want to slit my throat so they can't hear me,
Every night its feel like a struggle,
Every day is a war, between me and my inner conscious,
I always think how I am surviving till now, or am I partially dead somehow....
©shrutid
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