Play the song
repeat it
repeat everything
nothing changes
not even the volume
"I'm only pretty sure that i can't take anymore..."
head pressed up to my pillow
deep in a puddle of old hurts
tears raining and breath choking
tired,
tired of sleep,
of life,
of everything but tears
"how's it going to be?..."
knocks on the door
red eyes towards the wall
blocking out exsistance
ignoring careful calls
the need to be alone,
isolating useless companions
"How's it going to be when their's no one left to talk to..."
enter people,
tired of this,
tired of me,
tired of my moods,
wondering where the smiles went
"Where we used to laugh their's a shouting match..."
Close the door
close my eyes
sink onto my matress
face down in a wet spot
tear up as the song starts again
"I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore..."
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Submission Name: Repeat
