I can't sleep for self-hatred
and the need to watch my body
wear down with lack of repair.
Intense anticipation
for light to mask the darkness of the sky
but I am afraid of disappointment.
I wonder if there are even ways to fall asleep
or if we just close our eyes
and will ourselves not to face
another moment of the day.
But I cannot trick my mind
into believing that life will ever cease for me
or that there is some sort of meaning
in the tinge of a new day.
What then am I supposed to find?
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Shrug.
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"I am afraid of disappointment."
I was recently told that we are built to disappoint, that nothing is ever saved from that. I suppose it is then what you decide to make from that disappointment, how you plan on capitalizing on it.
"..there is some sort of meaning
in the tinge of a new day." <--remember your own words well.
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