Waking up to me


waking up to me
what a horrible thought
only my eyes are awake
my heart has been put to sleep
my emotions once again buried
my thoughts of tomorrow blurry
My mouth once again full of words
but I only spit out gravel
my hands unable to grasp anything
but the air
and my face
wiping away tears
that refuse to stop
my heart desperately trying to still beat
accusing me
murderer
murderer
murderer

refusing the knife I twist inside it
screaming
shut up
shut up
shut up
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