11:11
I've been feeling happy lately,
But my happiness is dull.
Maybe it's because I've not done things,
That were supposed to be done.
Lately I've been dodging bullets,
Never meeting your eyes.
Maybe it's because I'm scared
That you'd see through me,my lies.
Oh,the things I've done,
If you knew you'd resent me.
I've killed myself,
Killed your hope and rushed your dreams
I'm still dancing like a lunatic,
Like I'd have a prize to win.
Oh,the things I've done,
I know you'd hate me.
I've given heart away to the people,
Who don't deserve me.
It's 11 pm,
I'm sleeping but I can't,
It's pounding my head,
Thoughts of regret and hoping.
How will I ever show you my face?
Once when it's all over and we meet again.
I pick up my pen then I put it back,
Cause if I started to write this night won't end,
I'd be soaked in regrets ,blood dripping from my hands,
You'd find me dead in the morning .
So I lay awake staring at screens,
Escapist extremist is what I call me,
I don't sleep so I don't dream.
Copyright © Curie Stark | Year Posted 2024
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