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[ariadelle]

Morning Comes
And I feel like maybe today I can change
Like I can make a name
To right the wrongs of yesterday
Like the break of dawn
Painting the sky bold oranges and soft pinks
Makes me think
That maybe I can make it today
The day goes by
Defeating me with every second
With every breath
I feel the lead weighing my world down
From the depths of my heart
To my feet
Trudging everywhere I go
As if I had no desire to fight any longer
Barely living the contradiction I am
And night comes
And I feel the urge of suicide come again
Looking at everything
At everyone
That coul take my end
Like a death wish of an unconsious mind
Until I lie there
Against the bed
Closing my eyes
Tears rolling from the sides
Because I failed yet again
At altering the reality of a hell I can never change
I did not make my name
I am still so alone
So cold
So much of a facade of a person
That I never will be
That is not happy
Waiting for that fateful morning
When maybe it will be the brightest dawn
Of the brightest day
To finally take away the pain
And take all the nights away