Insomniac, when sleep does come it doesn't comfort you.
Dreams become nightmares, afraid to face the day.
Afraid to face the day that became the nightmare.
Change came, the crushing feeling of it all.
Can't breathe, thinking what life will be like from here on out.
The idea of losing the thing that keeps you tethered to the world
Just became a reality.
Loose, crazy, broken child you become.
Broken wings, falling to darkness below.
Cries when thinking of you.
The One and Only You.
Friend, Soul Friend.
We will help each other through today and tomorrow.
All the light leaves, but wait a while.
There will be more tomorrow.
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