~Looking to the sky. ~

Crying all night
In the morn’ I look to the sky
To give me something other
Than the want to die
Yet it fails to help, Sad to say
The sun teases me
I see yet another miserable day
A lonely, meaningless life
But I’ve grown, lost the lust for the knife
I remember how it felt though
To break skin, and let the blood flow
I like the memories, I like them a lot
But their not worth the suffering to other people they brought.
I look at the sky, look at the old, and at the new
Missing the old, but getting it back is so hard to do
I feel the tears dry
But I still want to die
Those tears may be gone
But feelings wont go
They simply wont
You think you know, but in reality you don’t
So I look at the sky
Wishing my life was done
As I'm wanting to die
I stair at a bleeding sun

 
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