Dead of night

Darkness my good companion,

Offering me solace as the world slumbers

Masking my bleeding

As the pillow soaks in tears

Shed in silent pain at the dead of night

My heart threatens to cease

In a grief so familiar, yet fallen from memory

It feels new, but I have been here before

Mourning the dead not the living

How much longer can I endure it?

Would that I was a stone

Cold as ice

Unfeeling

Unbothered,

But, I’m only human

Susceptible to pain

To a thin veil between sanity and insanity

To tears and turmoil

To cracks and breaking

To losing and carrying on

To healing and peace

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