poetry at seven in the morning.

broken heart, shattered dreams nightmares have me waking up in screams why is the limelight shed on me? is it so everyone can see... the way i fall apart when you're not around the way i stumble and hit the ground the tears in my eyes and the cuts on my wrist reminiscing of our lovely trysts the hopelessness in my eyes wasting all my strength to stifle back that soft cry?
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