I hear the clock strike 12 am
As I lay restless in my bed.
My continuous tossing and turning,
Proves to be a useless attempt of passing the time.
I am left to concentrate on the disturbing memories
That are relentlessly picking at my mentality,
Depressing me, frightening me, making me weak,
While replacing any feeling I had of tiredness
With painful, bitter emotion.
I close my eyes,
Endeavoring once more to escape my anxiety,
Only to feel cold, harsh tears fall down my cheeks,
Bringing about even more frustration.
This is not how life was meant to be!
There was once a time when I was blissful,
Smiling, laughing, completely care free.
But that stage came and went in just a few short years
And is now only a notch in the ruler of life.
Now I am living in what seems to be a mirror of time
Constantly reflecting all of the hard times back
Haunting me, depriving me of the life I should have.
I roll over.
Tired of feeling the emotions that have been staining my life.
It is useless to think about them any longer…
Knowing that it will all be back tomorrow,
When the clock strikes 12 am.
 
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