Passing By

I crawl into bed with my madness, Screaming in agony, pleading to the skies, "Speak to God— Beg him to halt my trials, To ease this weight I carry in the dark."

I scream at my reflection, "What more can I give? You take, and take, and take, And where is my reward? I asked for love, But never knew that I'd be waiting in hell for it."

Anxiety whispers, A relentless game of "what if" Echoing with glimpses of a broken past— What if I’d known love in my youth? What if my childhood didn’t beat and break me? Would I have still searched for for love in strangers’ faces, In empty promises, In places and people who never saw my spark?

The world crumbles around me, Each test follows another, I cared too much for those who never saw my worth, Gave when I had nothing left, And now I’m tired— I don’t want apologies, I never asked for them.

For now I'll crawl back into bed with my madness, Let her be my only solace, And find comfort in the silence, As I wait for the storm to pass.

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