two hours of sleep ; i'm in too deep.

two hours of sleep ; i'm in too deep.

A Poem by melancholia skies

i'm not sure what to think anymore.

i know this isn't a game, but do you ?
i want the noise to just end.
those voices that cut and bend.
they rip me apart.
slowly, i begin to think i'm a monster.
that i don't have a heart.

all this because you left me alone to my thoughts.
but you were laying right there,
next to me.
and i began to think you didn't care.
i wish things weren't so difficult,
that things wouldn't come to a crashing halt.

i let you sleep
but my thoughts plunge me into waters so frigid and deep.
two solid hours of your peace
and two solid hours of me ripping myself apart piece by piece.
i sobbed softly to not wake you
but deep down i wanted you to.
so you could shield me from myself.
but for two solid hours i lost all mental health.

i don't blame you, not at all.
i hate when you blame yourself because i don't tell you what's wrong.
i was numb to your call,
and you knew i was hurting all along.
but i was too concerned for you to let you know
all the destructive thoughts that grow.
it's not your fault.

but i just think you're too good for me.

© 2011 melancholia skies

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Added on March 1, 2011
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melancholia skies
melancholia skies

Bradford, Canada

18. canada. female. not active, at all. most of this stuff is before i hit puberty lol. until you get into things not written with proper uppercases. then i was in puberty, LOL. new account for mat.. more..