My mind is idle
Only because my thoughts burn like acid
Transcendent in my cranium
Flowing all throughout and onward,
I hear colors too bright and I see the smells and memories
There are few places to hide
In a sandbox that remembers every touch,
Every breathe
I wish you never let me go
But now I hardly think of you
And all the things we had,
Because in a storm of wretched curses
I held onto what few precious things I had
And as the storm came to and end,
They simply opened up the door
And left.
I'm not a saint
I'm no demon
I'm not sure I'm human
I'm not sure I'm not,
But there's a world I am living
And I just wish someone, just once
Could take away the headaches
And make the pain go away
But then I remember,
I am stronger than the me
From yesterday.
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