so much beauty



it's one of life's real cruelties..
when you see so much beauty in a night
that you could just cry yourself to sleep
if only there was someone there to wipe your tears

so i sigh a heavy sigh
and swallow away my thoughts
and i pray that maybe tomorrow
won't be so hard to pass by
and that maybe sometime soon
i'll figure out why i'm still here
why i'm still thinking these thoughts
and why i didn't just swallow the fucking pills
while they were still within reach

and i type
and type
and type
and try to sort out these words
i try to sort out myself
but i always fall asleep in the early morning
without any conclusion
and i pray that maybe tomorrow
won't be so hard to pass by
but it always is

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