SUMMER DAYS

Why is it that I feel so alone,

Even with the Summer days here,

It’s impossible to escape from this dread,

Hanging over me like a black cloud,

If the sky turns bullet grey,

I’ll die again, say a prayer, close my eyes.

It’ll end like those still nights,

When the winds replied to my thoughts,

And I’d sing but feel hollow inside,

Looking for something new, a cure,

Make me whole again, I don’t want this,

Who cares whether or not I’m perfect,

I’d rather die happy and broken,

Than sad and fragile.

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