These Days

These days I can’t seem to get my pillows to dry,                                                 These days I can’t see the birds fly.

.These days the stars don’t seem to come out, as the darkness spreads over the light.

.These days the oceans don’t seem the same, the waves just wash away the names.

.These days I can’t seem to stay sane, these days the bright lights seem to fade.

.These days the colors don’t add up, all I see is black. Will this be all I ever see. Because these days it’s been pretty fucking hard to breath.-H

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