Sometimes I just don’t want to go to bed
Due to a weighing sense of dread
That if……what if?…….I wake up tomorrow
Still filled with unbearable sorrow
Is this real?
Is it not a drill?
I am left…hanging out to dry
Damn you! damn you….
Where are you?…..I am so fucking blue
I miss you.
Didn’t mean to yell,
But sometimes life feels like hell
Do you miss me, like I miss you?
Too many deaths.
That create incredible duress
I wish I could have erased your pain
I would have housed it for you, in vain
I want to talk to you, to hear your laugh
To see your smile, at least just for a while
I miss you
You were not doomed
The gloom looms
The air tries to voice its care
But, alas, even after eleven years, I cannot fully grasp
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