Paranoia
The clock strikes 2 am
And I’m alone in a dark room
But I can still hear their voices.
They want me to fail, to fall on my face
They want me to go through hell
They want me to lose my mind.
2:51, time stands still.
My world revolves around my mistake
I can’t think, I can’t breathe.
3:08
I fall asleep
Only to dream about the afterlife.
And wish I was there.
Copyright © Gwen Dixon | Year Posted 2011
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