Late at night I lay awake.
Heart full of hate.
No more room inside.
I begin to suffocate.
Holding on to resentment was my first mistake.
I was shell shocked having seen more in this life than I could take.
It's like I'm always standing in line but still can't get through the gate.
There's not much I dont remember about that ugly December.
The aftermath was ten times worse.
Funny how justice can be so perverse.
Everyday I suffocate under the weight of heartache.
Don't you know if I'll never be repaired.
Everyday I suffocate a little more and it has me scared.
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