Restless Nights

Restless Nights short poem

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I’m breaking
I can’t be fixed
I’m missing
and I bet I won’t be missed

still shaking
from what I fear
I can’t let you in so don’t come near

I guess you’re right
I’m way too thin
and I’m fighting a battle that I’ll never win

I have too many flaws
I don’t even know where to start
from my messed up mind
to my messed up heart

so what’s the point to continue to fight…?
when my restless days turn into restless nights

this life hasn’t been fair
I can finally tell
that nobody cares and it hurts like hell

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