Time
Time I have too much ofTime to do what I should not
Not thinking, not breathing-
Suffocation on my own sadness.
I close my eyes, see what I was
and what I could have been.
My vision focuses, aware of where and
what I am.
Two friends I only have,
My knife and my pillow,
stained with bitter tears
of thoughts swimming in my head.
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