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Laughter
It's raining and cold
Tears from heaven.
Hell on earth here in my bed.
They don't leave my side,
Hanging on tight.
Eyes tightly closed,
Pretend they're not there.
Count them away,
Ten, nine, eight,
Laughing again.
Dawn arrives it worse this time.
Now I can't see them.
I know they're not there.
So why are they laughing?
I am trying my best.
Can't ke...
Sunday 22nd January 2017 1:45 pm
Screams
Darkness, full of screams,
Daylight brings whispers.
Rustling papers, changing the rules.
I can't see them but they are there.
Constant.
I can't escape.
They tell me how.
I don't want to listen,
Just close it down.
Take it away, make it calm down.
No one can stop this,
It's all my fault.
Not worth the effort.
I've ruined it all.
Can't love me enoug...
Sunday 22nd January 2017 1:43 pm
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